Clavicle
Readers, you really liked his first contribution (Sternwheeler),
and you will really like this. You will be seeing more of Ray Sharp's
work. You might have to wait until he recovers somewhat from his broken
... yes, clavicle! While you wait, make sure to stop by his blog, where you will find enough good poetry to tide you over. As you read this, consider how beautifully he has rendered an injury.
Clavicle
By Ray Sharp
The aging poet has a broken wing,
the metaphor so tired it cannot
take flight. By night, he glides above
dark waters on a moist and swirling
wind. By day, planes are falling
heavy from the unmindful skies.
Posted by Annmarie at 7/25/2009 11:06 PM 
Categories: Observation, today's words
Tags: injury Ray Sharp free verse
Categories: Observation, today's words
Tags: injury Ray Sharp free verse
Fantastic - this short and powerful poem stole my breath for a moment. Thanks.
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Thank you so much for reading it, Kay. Sometimes the images come together in strange and powerful ways. The luck of a poet.
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