~ Huh. And I thought the poetry was a symptom of writer's block. well, anyway, a short poem inspired by an old piece of Halloween costume. For the accompanying picture, there is a link to my website in my bio. ~

Tattered wings that never flew

Sit on a shelf high above the world.

They remember the outside

And places they had been before

And compare

To the chaotic motions of life below

And they think they're better off

Above the world where no one can reach

Even if they are alone

And cannot mend their own tatters

That grow worse by the minute