Red Dove

by callmelola

Published April 21, 2010

In Poetry

There was a place,
That I once knew.
Now the walls are white,
The sun is bright.
But I miss that place,
With walls of pink
And temporary, artificial heat.
Dove, did you know,
I am a bird.
A little bird,
With wings of white.
I fell from the nest
And watched you fly,
A stick pierced in my side.
Dove, you were beautiful
With wings of red
And a tail of crimson light,
But I was to be cast aside,
Thrown down to this room of white.
It throbbed when I fell
With that staff pierced through me.
Dove, why didn’t you protect me?
While I was frail and vulnerable?
You made your choices,
In a smoky sky.
But why are you in,
That room of red?
Dove, I loved you,
So why I am in
This room of white?

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smashles
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smashles commented Comment · Apr 21, 2010

This is a beautiful poem. I love how you used the 'rooms' in it. Very emotional. Bravo!

AtticusGallows wrote a review Review · Apr 21, 2010

I really like the flow. It has nice rhythm. The breaking of the sentences was another nice touch. I think this is very well put together, and I must give you your props excellent poem! :mrgreen:

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dasiamari commented Comment · Apr 21, 2010

That was really good and I and getting a differnt emotion from it than doves



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