On The Wings And Claws And Beaks Of Poetry

lame, i walk on the crutches
of poetry,

wingless, i put on the feathers
of words,

i get these beaks
of metaphors

to feed upon
the richness of meaning

i am a hundred birds
on a hundred wings

i have claws and beaks
and eagles' eyes

on the flights
of the madness of poetry

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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