Mourning Wings

Rust cage door grinds against midnight
Lover’s secret wishes wait
Deafening silence solitude condemns
My cellmate, stalemate, soul mate
Dreams brushed between wintry shadows ascend
Angels swing wide heaven’s gate
Mourning wings spread in still moonlight
 
 
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  1. Francina

    Beautiful, simply beautiful, George.
    groetjes, Francina

  2. angela

    interesting, George, for it should read a negative, but everything points up convincing me that this is not the end but a begin…even the title plays with both sides in my mind ~

    1. George Mahn III

      Indeed Angela, it evolved from opposing sides, too, with the inextricable interplay between ending and beginning. Sometimes the struggle that pulls one to and fro resolves, or can only be resolved, in a way unexpected or even undesired.
      Partly letting go of “something” (how we land in a situation is not as important as what happens once we’re in it) and partly finding fulfillment or completion (omega) only in transcendence…metaphorically seeing life in death.

  3. Deb

    So beautiful, George…as always! 🙂
    xx

  4. Robyn Lee

    Loved this George ~ beautiful imagery! 🙂 RL

  5. onestreetshy

    I like this. I am reminded of why I don’t believe in keeping birds, nor the clipping of wings…..

  6. Blood-Ink-Diary

    Piercingly beautiful – an oscillation of raw emotions of conflict and resolution. The imagery is charming as is the entire piece! Almost feels a silent rebirth – against all odds. Love it George! (But, I love all your writings!). Happy New Year, my dear friend. Cheers.

    1. George Mahn III

      That’s a great description, Shaheen! Especially like the idea of the silent rebirth. Thanks and Happy New Year! Cheers!

  7. roweeee

    Beautiful! You write so beautifully! More! More! More!
    xx Rowena

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