My tiny wings broken, My words left unspoken

There once was a gal from Italy

 

While walking down the street, she stepped on me

 

I fluttered around

 

Fell to the ground

 

My tiny wings broken

 

My words left unspoken

 

As she ran to help me up

 

 

 

There once was a man from Germany

 

While swimming in a pond he drowned me

 

The water rushing over me

 

The pressure from his feet smashing me

 

My tiny wings broken

 

My words left unspoken

 

As he ran to try and save me

 

 

 

There once was a girl from the U.S.

 

While typing her poetry, she felt blessed

 

Her work was odd

 

Strange and solid

 

Yet she had no clue what to type

 

My tiny wings broken

 

My words left unspoken

 

As she continued to type her words...

Reviews

[poddar kushal]

the way the tale has been told, the writer must be congratulated.

[Llysofar]

I love the imagery here of the little fairy (or perhaps, little angel). This is a very delicate, touching poem - lovely to have some enchantment in writing.