Silver birds
they valued freedom over
food, thin rations--
they wiggled their baren wings
in fulfillment.
Yes, I am the voice in the dark,
they dream,
calling out for your
help.
That was just the beginning,
where principal lies before pleasure
mingling with horrible
worldy things.
Candy drops:
a little candy drop of
hope.
They fled
to faraway places with
strange-sounding names
where
silver flies high.
They wanted to be free,
don't give up on your dreams.
Silver airplanes fly so high,
the sun was in their eyes,
in the blinding light
there was happiness.
This is the one from the "dictionary poem" right? I reallllllly like it! Your vocabulary in this is so rich and strong. It is unlike any poem I've ever heard before and I like how you incorporated the voice in the darkness thing. Great!!!! -Liz
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