unhappy, jealous minds
which could never spread
their wings because they lacked
the spirit to fly in the blue sky.
So they crouch on the ground
looking at every soul in flight
with eye full of envy and some
times the envy twisted in hatred.
Whenever a soul touches the ground
in desire of friend or food for his soul
they pounce on him to fill him up with
negative thoughts and irritations.
Sometimes they make fun of flying
Sometimes they scorn at the flier
Sometimes the paint scary pictures
Sometimes the earth they admire.
They linger around these free souls
the objects of their blind jealousy
to drag them down to the earth
so that they too desert flying.
These souls let them linger because
they sometimes look for friends and
sometimes for compliments and end
up as wingless, flightless, visionless.
Your friend will never drag you down
if he finds a fault in you he will share
but in a way that it will help you fly higher
being a friend he will love to see you fly.
Irritants will pretend as your wing
then they will steal the wind beneath it
they will talk sweet and poisonous things,
which will enchant you and kill your dreams.
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
2 comments:
What a beautiful poem about love, caring, and friendshp in life. It has great depth and emotion.
I really enjoyed reading your poem and wish you much luck in writting more. Have you tried to publish your work?
Sandy
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Dear Sandy,
Thanks for reading the poem and liking it.
best wishes,
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