Crossing the T's and Dotting the I's

The fun (and burden) of poetry is when you re-read a poem and realize it completely captured a moment or idea (or that it didn't quite hit the mark). Last month I wrote "Heavier than Steel, Lighter than a Feather" but it didn't quite feel right. After submitting it for a critique and reading some of the comments I decided to do some editing and make some improvements. Perhaps next month, I'll look back and think this is exactly right (or maybe I'll edit it again).

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Heavier than Steel, Lighter than a Feather


They told me I was broken:
My arms unable to survive
And I heard them crank the saw--
Caught the glimmer of it's silvery blade,
Braced myself for the sound of pain,
Readied myself for the loss of flesh--

Dead weight can only hold you down...

So I laid there,
Drowning in my own tears.
Anticipating the loss from which I could not heal.
Time stretches on
Agonizing--

And the sound of the saw fades--

I hear doctors' voices,
Muffled in my stupor,
I hear them talking,
Hear them plotting...

What to do with the broken human?

The poking and prodding begins,
No reprieve from my suffering
Not a moment of silence or an ounce of peace...
But for the sound of the drill
There above my shoulder drilling
And the hammering--

I feel them pounding.

What more suffering can I endure?
I'm already broken...
So I pass the hours slowly
Tick, tock--

Until at last the mayhem stops...

And there hangs an unusual weight 
A tremor of pain from sore shoulders.
There lies something new 
A replacement for broken flesh--

My eyes catch the glimmer of green
Soft, beautiful green, glittering with gold
Caressed by the gentle touch of blue,
I see feathers flying free,
Hanging in place of what use to be...
Beautiful metallic wings, 
Crafted a top metal arms and metal joints--
They move with my thoughts,
They bend at my whim.

And I know, now, they are part of me...

Perhaps I'll fly away,
Look down on this memory
From skies soft and blue--
Just above the clouds
Chart my own way
Through turbulence, through rain...
There in the warmth of the sun,
In the presence of light
I fly high...

I spend my eternity
Basking in the presence of stars.



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