Dull Blue
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Dull Blue
The death of ambition is often as silent as a falling feather. Does a bird notice one missing pin when spreading its wing? While flight looks the same to those on the ground, the change is so subtle it would take a poem to tell the difference. |
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| It's funny. I really enjoyed this, but for me the poem didn't need the first stanza. What was powerful for me was what came after. I especially like the end. Nice write. | Posted on 2017-04-04 00:00:00 | by JanePlane | [ Reply to This ] | That first line is very powerful. Often when we lose ambition, no one knows but us and it can be hard to recognize. I notice when I start to lose my ambition it is because my focus is on things that are not helping me. It is a very subtle shift when this happens but after time I can feel it in my mental state. Being complacent is usually the result. Good poem though. :) | | Posted on 2017-03-29 00:00:00 | by Poetic_tragedy6 | [ Reply to This ] | Sometimes the death of ones ambition is merely a redirection towards a new goal. Granted that my be to stay stoned all day and practice mental masturbation but we humans are goal oriented. If we don't have one we manufacture one. Though we may miss that feather it won't define our urge to fly. Fly on poet! | Bruce | Posted on 2017-03-28 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ] | |
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