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

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

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