Tread lightly on my broken wings,
Now pitiful but once were proud;
Speak softly to my cobwebbed lips,
Now buttoned-up but once were loud.
Sing gently to my crippled feet
Now hobbling on uneven ground;
Hold firmly to my troubled hands
Now trembling as I look around.
And whisper of the dreams I touched
With wings that dared to fly so high
And whisper of the songs I sung
With lips that beckoned forth the sky
And how I danced with nimble feet
And painted sunsets near divine,
And how the years have not been lost
But fermented like precious wine.
2019 © Sonya Annita Song
Many thanks to those who participated in the Prompt: Broken Wings. I am always amazed at the creativity, variety, and quality of responses. You have all inspired me. 🙂
Beautiful
Thank you, Jen. I’m glad you think so. 🙂
Gotta turn Cohen off Geez. You’re welcome Sonja ❤
This poem has the quality of a song – beautiful 😊
Many kind thanks. I’m glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
Amazing!
Thank you kindly. 🙂
Beautiful lines. Speaks volumes
I’m happy my words spoke to you. Your words warm my heart. Thank you.
I like how the simplicity of words on each line were sometimes contrasted by the complicated verbage you provided. Utterly beautiful!
Thank you, Ashwini. You are always so gracious in your comments. I’m glad you enjoyed this. 🙂
Gracious works deserve gracious comments too! Thank you!😊
This is such a wonderfully written piece. 🙂👍💕
I’m glad you think so. 😀
Beautifully done.
Much appreciated. 🙂
Precious.
Yes, both wine and time. 😉
Deep! Wine is good… ;-)))
Wine and chocolate is even better. 🙂
Red wine and dark chocolate… :-)))
Lol you are an expert 😀
Indeed! Ha
A lovely song!! 🙂
Thank you kindly. 🙂
You are so welcome!! 🙂
Just loved how beautifully you presented each contrast. And the ending mashallah was certainly amazing.
You are too kind. Thank you for interpreting my words so wonderfully.
My pleasure
Lovely cadence.
Many kind thanks. 🙂
Thanks for the challenges and I love your rhythm. Very inspirational
I’m glad you’re enjoying the challenges. They say rhythm is subjective; I say, “That’s why there are so many bad dancers.” Now, I am admittedly one of those bad dancers hehehe. 🙂
Beautifully written
The elixer of time
To be drunk for it’s memories when it ripens 🙂
Beautiful poem!
Thank you very much! 🙂
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
SOUNDS LIKE OLDER AGE! LIKE PARTS OF ME ARE BECOMING…NO MORE “SEVENS AND THREES” IRISH DANCING FOR ME! 😦
Wow, I love this peice! Well done😊👍❤
I’m glad you enjoyed it! 🙂
Extremely beautiful, Sonya.
I’m so glad you think so. Much appreciated. 🙂
Wonderful to read. 🙂
How do you write such beautiful lines! I’m a fan now.
It’s hit-and-miss really. I’m just happy if people stick around after the misses! 🙂
Aww so humble you precious dear. No matter, I’d still look forward to your posts. I really love your writing style 🤗
You don’t know how much that gladden my hearts. Thank you. 🙂
Great initiative. Such creativity!
Very much appreciated! 🙂
No words to describe this but I think you’ve put time in its place.
To “put time in its place” is such an intriguing expression. Love it. 🙂