Category Five
By Jessica Bolden
Wings trapped atop,
Beneath the air.
Flying gracefully
Destination, no care.
The wind blows
The trees sway.
Everything unsettled
From valley
To bay.
I see for miles
The distant sky.
A single drop of rain
Catches my eye.
The rain comes harshly
No shelter at which to go
I fly through wind, rain.
To, fro.
Dome, barely covered
Statues moved.
Panic fills...
No soothe.
The water now beneath me.
And still more to come.
A question for thought.
From where does it come?
Hushed is the jazz-
Quiet notes.
Parades silent:
No cheer, no hope.
The wind overpowers.
My wings cannot bear.
It is hard to move on.
Pushing through pull and tear.
I must go on
Against the wind
Through the village of torn shame,
The sheltered zones of fill and plenty
Where it has once been.
To reach the sunshine.
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Congratulations! I thought the flow in your poem was phenomenal. Keep on writing, girl.
- Maria Petty
Austin, TX