Big Ifs - a Poem for Sunday Muse
If I, if only, if it;
I'd be doing fine
Stranded on the beach beached it is
If I could fly across the sea
To the lights over there I see
My large wings will sail fine, only ...
If only I could flap those wings
Flap them hard and strong so they'd lift
But I'm not strong enough for that
Perhaps a muscle man might do
An other invention gone wrong
If it doesn't work take it back
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved
- Photo prompt with Carrie at the Sunday Muse #223,
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Labels: Humor(?), Story, Story Poem, Sunday Muse 01, Syllabic Form
posted by Jim @ 8/13/2022 05:51:00 PM
5 comments
5 Comments:
I can relate to standing on the shore longing to fly, with no lift-off. Our hearts can fly, though! Sometimes that has to do.
I am sure a certain strength that we all struggle with.
That wish for lift is always lying in wait for a good breeze. :)
I like your pragmatic approach Jim - if it doesn't work out, then go back and start again.
Yet, there is beauty, accomplishment in trying. Perhaps what you can't fly will give wings to another.
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