Winged Thoughts

Once my thoughts had wings,

and soared to great heights,

I spent many nights

Writing down such things.

Now people read the sign

and so find my name,

so much for great fame

for those thoughts of mine.

A quick photograph

to say ‘I saw this’

which they then dismiss

‘Who was he’ they laugh.

Thoughts cut like a knife

as I stand here alone,

remembered in stone,

forgotten in life.

Birds know I am here

as a place to perch

while they stand and search

for food, and they jeer.

Thanks and credit to James Rainsford for the picture and the challenge it presents.

Thanks to http://onestoppoetry.com/

and. just because I am proud of it, here is my photo of last nights super moon.

If you want to see how much fun I had getting this shot, see the post before this one!