Where are my Wings

Where are my wings

Where are my wings?

I need to fly!

I think I did,

Long ago,

On winged words,

Hovering on,

Intense emotions,

Taking flight,

On delirious thoughts,

Breaking free,

From the tedium of life,

Soaring high,

In a flash.

Spiraling up,

In potent imagination,

Transported to,

Distant lands,

Which in time,

Never existed.

The mind,

Barely understood,

Thoughts,

Scarcely reached,

Ideas hardly stretched

Dreams faintly grasped,

Imagination alone,

Could reach.

A sublime space,

Where words wrote,

Themselves,

In heavenly bliss,

Enchanted verses,

Plumed in gold,

Freckled with star dust,

Dappled with glittering diamonds,

Escaped from the pen,

Unfettered and free,

At the slightest,

Drift of thought!

This poem describes the plight of a writer who had lost her words, the magic flow of underrated thought and imagination. It was as if a dam was built over a free flowing river that suddenly found itself unable to meander and flow to its heart content. Writers often experience such blocks which restrains the free flow of thought and words. The joy of writing suddenly vanishes and forced writing often sings the same ditty over and over again like the waters fenced in by the dam. 

Where are my wings © 2018 sofspoetry by sofs