I heard this sound--
to untarnished silver in middle air.
Harbinger, herald of what hallowed approach?
Waiting, bated breath, still-standing heart hearing stillness,
In answer rising, dancing from distant horizon, wild wing-wedges widen
Feathered frames encompass compass hearts, trumpet-called to northern shores and skies,
Follow, hollow hearts, slow feet abandon at trumpet's command--
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Wild Geese
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7 comments:
Wonderfully descriptive of those geese...flash of feathered pinions and wild wing-wedges widen...great phrases!
what wholly wonderful words wandering with wild geese!WoW
your very desriptive but it seems that your not just talking about geeese but somthing deepper thean that i dont know if that what you intended? but that how i read it but it was great
A terrific poem Tiel. I love the words, "shaking the air with echo ecstatic" - quite unique in your choice of words.
L
I love the announcement, the first line. So calm and simple. Then the following, such a delight. (AB's response is to be commended, too!)
I don't happen upon your free verse often. You are remarkable in you wide talents.
I love geese and enjoyed reading this poem very much
What wonderful sounds in here! Love it!
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