Poetry Thursday - Bird
This is my contribution for this weeks Poetry Thursday. I chose not to do the optional prompt task, which was "River". I had so many thoughts, ideas and memories about The river that flowed through my area, and rivers in general, that I found I could not properly harness my thoughts, but I did garner a number of ideas for regular blog posts instead, which I will get around to writing one of these days, and you never know, having gotten those stories out of my system, I might even come up with a river poem at some stage. Rather than contribute nothing, I thought I would share this poem, which I wrote a few months back after a quiet, reflective walk along the dikes near my home.
Eternal, rejuvenating flower.
Waiting.
Tight as a bud.
She blooms.
Wings outstretched;
Feathered petals,
Fanned and reaching.
Taken.
A dance with natures breath,
Gliding, darting, diving;
Carried upon the wind,
Like spores of a thistle.
She swoops down,
Landing with grace.
Enwrapped.
Tight as a bud,
Once again.
© Strauss
19th January 2007
9 comments:
"Like spores of a thistle.
She swoops down,
Landing with grace"
I found a grace in this poem too. Very gliding for the senses. Enjoyed reading it.
I could see the movement of this bird really well, but being a birdwatcher I was trying to identify the species! Some sort of Humming bird?
Cool -- I saw the river immediately... :)
I liked this piece.
That was really beautiful, Strauss.
Has a nice "one eternal round" feeling!
Very clean, and intriguing to use one natural metaphor to parallel a natural object--we are so accustomed to projecting ourselves onto the natural world. Here, is the bird as a flower, and nothing more. It's so disciplined and respectful.
I too loved the comparison between the bird and flower, both lovely, fragile, vibrant and alive.
Simply beautiful. Every word made me want to continue. I too am curious what the bird is, although I know nothing of birds. Nice job!
I've tried to write about my river and have had the same problems. Although it's probably related to the fact that I've been in a writing funk lately.
But this poem is just so lovely, Strauss. The simplicity of your title somehow makes the ensuing words pop.
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