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
