Fire bristles
on the feathers of her wings;
clouds, smoke-memories
of a fleeing flight.
Originals are better than remakes.
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17 comments:
i love the way you drawn this together
observation and (for me) analogy rolled into one
A poem for me? Oh, thank you, thank you--
but I must stop running away now...
Very succinct.
So beautifully, beautifully put!!
I may be more a literalist, but I thought, "wow, I've seen that, ducks flying home on a pond at sunset, the dying rays of a sitting sun striking their wings..."
:-]
Good one. I wasn't sure what "Fire bristles" are. I'm still not sure but if you do a Google in it, amazingly, this blog posting comes up second on the list!
the clouds as memories... that's wonderful!
just beautiful!
I love this one, pat!
Beautiful!
Margie
Wonderful words Pat. Also read "Blow in the Bones" Great poem that is. I could feel my mind rolling with the dice. I'm glad to be back reading your fine words.
One line too many! ;-)
Loved it. Nice imagery, Pat.
Beautiful imagery.
Lovely!
Thnaks Floots!! for me too.
Absolutely!! I wish you would, I'm slow.
Thanks Joyce!!
Thank you QNT!!
Sage, I hadn't thought of that, but, yes I have seen that too. Thanks!!
Thank you Butterfly Kai!!
Vaughn, just means "standing/rising up on".
Thank you Gracie!!
Thanks Polona!!
Thanks Margie!!
Thank you boulies!! Glad to have you back!!
Richard, why doesn't your comment surprise me??? I did think about it.
Thanks Don!!
Thank you Gautami!!
Thanks MB!!
Pat, I am very impressed with your work, the details are immaculate...you leave us wanting more
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