Wings of Ecstasy
Butterflies rising, fluttering,
Paper kisses in my womb.
Damn storming wings.
Roller coaster emotions,
Heave and swell.
Blue panic overwhelms,
Washes over me.
I gasp for breath,
Eyes reveal another kind of love.
There he stood,
He hasn’t been there before.
Eager to take off these chains.
Whispers of reverberation,
Pulse through me.
On the edge of falling, tormenting,
Exquisite agony.
copyright Es-tee Miller
“The writing of a poem is like a child throwing stones into a mineshaft. You compose first, then you listen for the reverberation.” …James Fenton
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This is sphere of depth that I appreciate. Absolutely beautiful Red.
Thank you Tazzy..
I’ve missed your posts Es-tee. This is stunning, love it. So happy your back. Jack
Thanks Jack.. good to be back.. 🙂
WOW, this is beautiful Es-tee. I’ve missed you too. So wonderful to see you back in my mailbox. Love Jules
It is nice to see you back Red. I’ve been checking for new posts and there hasn’t been any. This is lovely.
Missed your posts Es-tee. You got me hooked on Garmins and then disappeared LOL. This is nice and enjoyed the golf blog. If I’m ever out on the coast I’ll take you out for a few lessons, I’m a die hard! THIS is a great poem. Wonderful to see someone not afraid to write about their feelings, no walls here. Leo