Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Broken Wing

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My wing is broken,
my voice still clear,
but I can't fly.
The light floods the room,
with honey tasting sun,
but it's dark.
Light dances while,
I hide in the shade.
The past is my companion,
whispering in my ear.
My legs move,
but they can't run.
Tears trickle inside,
like a broken faucet.
Outside I am blank,
until I hear sweet footsteps,
"mama", and then I smile,
even though my wing is broken.
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78 comments:

  1. ScarletJuly 26, 2011 at 3:51 PM

    these lines made me smile:

    Outside I am blank,
    until I hear sweet footsteps,
    "mama", and then I smile,
    even though my wing is broken.

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  2. Pat HattJuly 26, 2011 at 4:00 PM

    Wonderful sentiments with these piece.

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  3. hedgewitchJuly 26, 2011 at 4:04 PM

    "..the light floods the room/with honey tasting sun...' beautiful lines, and a childlike simplicity floods the page throughout. Enjoyed it very much.

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  4. LauraJuly 26, 2011 at 4:23 PM

    Oh Ayala, this feels so connected to my poem today...so beautiful my dear. Thank you for checking in on me these past few weeks while I've been so low energy to connect with friends.

    blessings

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  5. FireblossomJuly 26, 2011 at 4:36 PM

    Would you stop making me cry? Please?

    Beautiful.

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  6. Brian MillerJuly 26, 2011 at 4:37 PM

    smiles. i am glad you can be strong for the little but still take the moments to let the pain out...love the faucet line, it works...

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  7. The PoetJuly 26, 2011 at 4:40 PM

    Sometimes, I think we all feel a bit like this, but it's lovely when we get a pick-me-up from a loved one, friend or even stranger.
    "honey tasting sun"...nice visual.

    I'm here:
    The Evening Wind

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  8. Maude LynnJuly 26, 2011 at 4:40 PM

    I really like this. It's lovely.

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  9. ayalaJuly 26, 2011 at 5:06 PM

    Thank you, Heaven :)

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  10. ayalaJuly 26, 2011 at 5:06 PM

    Thank you, Pat :)

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  11. ayalaJuly 26, 2011 at 5:06 PM

    Thanks, Hedgewitch. :)

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  12. ayalaJuly 26, 2011 at 5:07 PM

    Thank you, Laura. I hope you feel better soon. :)

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  13. ayalaJuly 26, 2011 at 5:07 PM

    Thank you, Fireblossom. You are sweet :)

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  14. ayalaJuly 26, 2011 at 5:08 PM

    Thank you, Brian :)

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  15. ayalaJuly 26, 2011 at 5:08 PM

    Thank you, Andy :)

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  16. ayalaJuly 26, 2011 at 5:09 PM

    Thank you, Mama Zen :)

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  17. StaciaJuly 26, 2011 at 5:30 PM

    I love the broken faucet simile. So vivid ... and right-on.

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  18. FinallyJuly 26, 2011 at 6:46 PM

    Ayala, this is a painfully beautiful piece! "Honey tasting sun"...lovely.

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  19. TashtooJuly 26, 2011 at 6:59 PM

    Nothing makes me smile more than seeing someone smile through their own pain, to make that effort. My mom always makes me smile, especially when I'm hurting. Courageous, beautiful share this evening...thank you!

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  20. Rudri Bhatt Patel @ Being RudriJuly 26, 2011 at 7:59 PM

    "Tears trickle inside, like a broken faucet." Oh my. That line says it all. Thanks Ayala.

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  21. kelvin s.m.July 26, 2011 at 8:52 PM

    .i totally like the fact when you said about the past being our companion... i like that idea and the way this piece goes is simply adorable. thanks for the read!!!(:

    ~Kelvin S. M.

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  22. ayalaJuly 26, 2011 at 8:54 PM

    Thank you, Finally.

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  23. ayalaJuly 26, 2011 at 8:55 PM

    Natasha, your mom is a wise woman :) thank you.

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  24. ayalaJuly 26, 2011 at 8:55 PM

    Thank you, Rudri.

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  25. ayalaJuly 26, 2011 at 8:56 PM

    Thank you, Kelvin. :)

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  26. UnknownJuly 26, 2011 at 9:04 PM

    I love that strength shines through the brokenness. "Light dances while I hide in the shade..." great line :)

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  27. Lady NyoJuly 26, 2011 at 9:16 PM

    Such a lovely, lovely poem...with sadness like a vein through it, relieved with the feet of the child.

    Lady Nyo

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  28. DaydreamertooJuly 26, 2011 at 9:28 PM

    This is exquisite for its flowing gentleness, it's obvious pain and yet love is able to bring a smile.
    Pain is so debilitating.
    Lovely writing and, a lovely read.

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  29. BeachannyJuly 26, 2011 at 9:50 PM

    Lovely especially these lines: "Tears trickle inside,
    like a broken faucet.
    Outside I am blank,
    until I hear sweet footsteps,
    "mama", and then I smile,
    even though my wing is broken."

    Thank you.

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  30. Life in a PoemJuly 26, 2011 at 9:53 PM

    nicely written

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  31. CloudiaJuly 26, 2011 at 10:32 PM

    gulp


    this touched me-


    Aloha from Waikiki;


    Comfort Spiral

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    > < } } ( ° >

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  32. PatriciaJuly 26, 2011 at 11:15 PM

    So dear... thank you. Nothing like the sound of our momma to make things all right.

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  33. GlynnJuly 26, 2011 at 11:54 PM

    It's good, Ayala, it's really good, even if (perhaps especially if) your wing is still broken.

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  34. ayalaJuly 27, 2011 at 7:51 AM

    Thank you, Lori :)

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  35. ayalaJuly 27, 2011 at 7:52 AM

    Thank you, Lady Nyo. I love that....like a vein going through it. :)

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  36. ayalaJuly 27, 2011 at 7:54 AM

    Daydreamertoo, thank you. I appreciate your comment.

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  37. ayalaJuly 27, 2011 at 7:55 AM

    Thank you, Beachanny. :) the voice of our loved ones.....

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  38. ayalaJuly 27, 2011 at 7:56 AM

    Thank you, Life in a Poem.

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  39. ayalaJuly 27, 2011 at 7:57 AM

    Thank you, Cloudia.
    :)

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  40. ayalaJuly 27, 2011 at 7:58 AM

    Thank you, Patricia.

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  41. ayalaJuly 27, 2011 at 7:59 AM

    Thank you, Glynn.
    I appreciate it. :)

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  42. ayalaJuly 27, 2011 at 8:56 AM

    Thank you, Stacia :)

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  43. TALONJuly 27, 2011 at 9:24 AM

    ayala, this is so sad, yet so full of the healing that is love. I've missed reading your beautiful writing! It's lovely to be back :)

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  44. Helena WhiteJuly 27, 2011 at 9:52 AM

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    (¯`*•.¸♥♫ ♫ B░E░A░U░T░I░F░U░L ♫ ♥¸.•*´¯*♥

    tears....but lovely....

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  45. LouiseJuly 27, 2011 at 10:14 AM

    Beautifully expressed... :)

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  46. AnonymousJuly 27, 2011 at 10:26 AM

    Beautiful pictures between the lines.

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  47. SheilaJuly 27, 2011 at 11:35 AM

    oh, I know this scene. It is so hard to be strong for those who depend on us when we are hurting. However, I think it is a blessing in disguise for I would get lost in my own pain and self-pity if it weren't for those little ones coming in and saying "mama"

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  48. SheilaJuly 27, 2011 at 11:37 AM

    btw, that big pooch smile jumped out at me when your page opened and it just made my day! What a great looking dog! Love that photo. thanks!

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  49. steveroniJuly 27, 2011 at 11:41 AM

    EXACTLY the way I 'see' inside crying, like a whimpering, a leaking faucet. Beautiful emotions here.
    PEACE!

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  50. AnonymousJuly 27, 2011 at 1:45 PM

    Outstanding imagery, and yes, tears outside of my face as a result. Very moving.

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  51. Kelly MillerJuly 27, 2011 at 5:54 PM

    Your words capture perfectly that moment of feeling like there's no way you can move forward, but then you look at or hear your child and remember that you must. Beautiful.

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  52. ayalaJuly 27, 2011 at 6:22 PM

    Thank you, Talon. So nice to have you back.

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  53. ayalaJuly 27, 2011 at 6:24 PM

    Thank you, Helena. I love how you do that :)

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  54. ayalaJuly 27, 2011 at 6:25 PM

    Thank you, Louise.

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  55. ayalaJuly 27, 2011 at 6:25 PM

    Thank you, Wolfrosebud.

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  56. ayalaJuly 27, 2011 at 6:26 PM

    Sheila, I am pleased that Daisy made your day. She is the sweetest dog.

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  57. ayalaJuly 27, 2011 at 6:27 PM

    Thank you, Steve.

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  58. ayalaJuly 27, 2011 at 6:27 PM

    Thank you, Joanne.

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  59. ayalaJuly 27, 2011 at 6:28 PM

    Thank you, Kelly. And yes, so true.

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  60. UnknownJuly 27, 2011 at 6:53 PM

    Lovely write, our joy and peace when still incomplete, a nice place of acceptance. ~ Rose

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  61. ayalaJuly 27, 2011 at 7:23 PM

    Thank you, Rose.

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  62. signed...bkmJuly 27, 2011 at 11:25 PM

    this is beautiful...and yet peaceful as C Rose stated...half of life is acceptance...bkm

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  63. waysidewordgardenJuly 28, 2011 at 2:30 AM

    Beautiful, sweet, sad...this touches me. I love coming here.

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  64. Luke PraterJuly 28, 2011 at 8:30 AM

    very tender and heartfelt. I cared, y'know? Which must mean you've done a great job

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  65. AnonymousJuly 28, 2011 at 11:24 AM

    Beautiful, Ayala. Sad, tender, but simply beautiful.

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  66. ayalaJuly 28, 2011 at 1:59 PM

    Thank you, Barbara .

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  67. ayalaJuly 28, 2011 at 2:03 PM

    Thank you, Anna. Nice to have you here.

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  68. ayalaJuly 28, 2011 at 2:04 PM

    Luke, your comment made me smile. Thank you for caring :)

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  69. ayalaJuly 28, 2011 at 2:05 PM

    Thank you, Chris. I appreciate your kindness.

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  70. Rachel HoytJuly 28, 2011 at 9:35 PM

    Great imagery! I love the tears trickling inside like a leaky faucet. :)

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  71. LaurenJuly 29, 2011 at 7:49 AM

    I love reading your posts to start the day.

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  72. LeslieJuly 29, 2011 at 9:45 AM

    may you find healing for the broken places... thank you for your kind words to me.

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  73. ayalaJuly 29, 2011 at 10:13 AM

    thank you, Lauren :)

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  74. ayalaJuly 29, 2011 at 10:14 AM

    Aww Leslie, thank you. I wish you well :)

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  75. AdrienneJuly 29, 2011 at 10:40 AM

    This takes my breath away - I've been back to read it several times. Stunning use of light images to contrast with the inner darkness. I was crying as I drove around doing some errands the other day...and I thought about how much I push myself and how I show my self to be 'fine' to those around, but how those silent tears live close to the surface. Anyhow - this really captures that dichotomy.

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  76. BelindaJuly 29, 2011 at 3:35 PM

    Broken -- this describes each of us to a degree, doesn't it? Amazing how much love there still is that flows from one broken-ness to another....

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  77. ayalaJuly 29, 2011 at 5:58 PM

    Adrienne, this is how I felt the other day. I understand you. Sometimes things are just hard and sometimes we are strong in front of those we love because we don't want to worry them. I understand .

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  78. ayalaJuly 29, 2011 at 6:00 PM

    Belinda, I love your comment because it does describe each of us to a degree. I think all of us find ourselves feeling this way, at one time or another. And it is amazing how much love there still is that fllows from one broken-ness to another.

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