A spirit, minded arrows seek center's way
to transcend living will in nature's day,
and strike a target soulled in freedom's flight
A pidgeon dove in sky now soars to light.
It flies a path into the blinding sight.
in circles growing ever more so tight.
In days of yore it went fully astray.
In today's flight it directs will today.
A butterfly now cries honeyed tears
to those with unkind hearts of deafened ears
as drifting winds buffet fragile wings
in lonely pain its wondrous song it sings.
What nature knows is heart of priceless gold
is truest sight to wonder and behold.
A contest entry
- transcendentalism by unraveled.
400 points, ended January 28, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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i liked the last six lines best- they have more poignancy than the rest. it's pretty neat that you wrote a sonnet, i don't see them too often any more.
my favorite phrase is "drifting winds buffet fragile wings".
thank you for your entry,
-cassidy
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you described the beauty of nature. in a wonderous way.
*sigh*
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Thanks!
I liked that comment. It put the happy smile on my face! -
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you are most welcome. to actually put words to capture a moment in natures course. i have tried not sure if i succeeded like you have.
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