Wings Poem by Robin Kirsch
Wings
With my mind still racing, heart pounding
I am spiralling down, finally grounding
The view endless from way on high
Back to earth I fall from sky
Circumspect and silent, I turn within
Waiting for the cycle, again to begin
For life like this, I am ill-equipped
Prefering my wings, rather clipped
Monday, September 14, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: wings
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Rapid Cycling Bi Polar Episode
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8/10/2026 8:48:45 AM # rel_20260806T081513Z_580e7f4
Lovely poem and the summation is exquisite.Read mine: Bloom of Youth. Adeline