If memories were sparrows

L.L. Barkat at Seedlings in Stone has inspired my writing by providing the first line for a poem “If memories were sparrows”

If memories were sparrows
Some I’d rise upon their wings
Flit and flutter freely
Chasing higher and higher
Wind under my wings
Exhilarated, I’d never tire

If memories were sparrows
Some I’d shoot down to the ground
Watch them falling, in a deathly spiral
‘Till they hit the ground
I’d lift them by their tail feather
And drop them six feet underground

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I loved this. I loved the surprise at the end. It was a surprise for me when the poem turned. Both terrible and wonderful. So glad you participated!

Thanks L.L, that first line was really thought provoking, and I loved the idea of all 3 options you had, really good encouragement for those of us who struggle with getting the creativity going

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I feel this one. So true in my life.

Great imagery.

Hmm, wouldn’t it be great if we could remember everything selectively? But in the end I suppose it’s our bad memories too that makes us who we are.

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