New Poem: Flight Path

Flight Path

On the dark wings of a ragged dove

Hope rides weary

through menacing night skies

filtered with murky clouds and

haunted by the shrieks of hungry hawks

diving, attacking, living just to tear her down

strip her apart, to devour her in pieces

Still, she rides

gripping, the slippery oils of the feathers' plumes

Intent to survive,

to break through the barrier of

daybreak's shadow

and again see the pastel palette of

Morning's promise.

©2011. Ami Lovelace.
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Content Copyright 2011. Ami Lovelace. All Rights Reserved.