The wind sighs through my plumage,
I can almost feel each feather,
as I soar through a dream-like mist
far above the weather.
I point my spirit skyward
and as I top the clouds,
the sun bursts forth in brilliance
while the earth remains in shrouds.
Back toward the ground I plummet,
gravity is now my friend
as I spiral around the ghostly shapes
and pray my journey never ends.
Building speed, I taste the wind
and join in freedom’s song.
I sail and soar in the mirthful blue.
I am where I belong.
I wake up to the radio,
“news and weather at seven”
but my soul remains soaring,
exploring the halls of heaven.
Author notes
Prompt: Picture
Picture Credit: Hazel Billingsley
No limit
A contest entry
- Quickie Pic Prompt/PIF by Carolina Moon.
450 points, ended August 6, 2008, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Critical Comments Always Welcome but I Won't Turn Down Fluffy One's Either :D
Comments
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Wonderful
What a great creation for the picture. So very well done. Congratulations on the honorable mention.
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Great rhyme, flow and such a peacefulness to this. Exceptionally well done!
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Your words here are great and you
know your rhyme is right on,
I love the feel to this poem
best of luck to you.
Joann
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Wonderful take on the picture! Lovely image...best of luck in the contest.
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Brilliantly Sculpted!
Brilliant Bravo! This is superb and so poetically graphic, crammed full of impactual and well used descriptives, and great takr on the prompt too, you should win with this, your work is excellent.
I felt as if I was a bird in flight reading ths on account of the fabulous vivid imagery and well sculpted and crafted ambiance.
Very well done, good luck in the contest, hope you win.
Love it!
Poetic Hugs,
Kaz.
Kazytc xx
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