There you are
on your piling in the sea
reminding me
with your wings stretched out
drying in the sun
that I am not “water proof” either.
Sorrow and sadness
weariness and frustration
cling to me
like water to your wings.
I need to find that place
in the sun
where that wind is blowing
that holy wind
to clear my head and my heart
so I can fly again.
© 2010 Julie Clark
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Love it momma!
Share some more writings! Its been a while, and I’m patiently waiting!
Much nicer poem than the bird–at least its appearance. 🙂