Quill
That feather once caressing sky
now restless in your passive hand
perched upon the vacant page
abandoned by a flock of thoughts.
By magic of the metaphor:
may your phrases glide and soar
to satiate that firmament
with flights so far and fancifully
you are that bird
again and
free.
Quill © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.
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Challenge prompt link:
https://allpoetry.com/contest/2724381-8-only---line-prompt
Submitted: May 1, 2019