The regret of the egrets
is time wasted in flight ...
with white wings extended
in the soft, fading light.
Losing their instincts,
they went far astray.
The regret of the egrets
was no time to play.
Cocoons of feathers
won’t help them today.
With wide wings extended,
they flounder in frost, light.
Without any regrets,
they surrender, don’t fight,
in the sweet afterglow.
Cradled by twilight
those huge, once mighty, egrets,
fly heavenly skies.
This is a very good write, Sandra! The imagery is well done, too. I wonder, though: "those huge, once might egrets," if you meant "mighty" in that line? ~~BonnieQ
The true story of Cheryl Pierson Cuccio who made headlines in 1986 and her husband Rob Cuccio. Cheryl was abused sexually and physically and Rob died for 43 minutes on Cheryl's 43rd birthday.
(Richard M. Feldman) Ever since I was a young boy, the only thing I wanted to be was a cowboy. I wanted to own and work on a real ranch, with cattle and horses. Especially horses.
While I never became a cowboy, considering everything I have done
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this write soars as beautifully as egrets do
i have no regrets on reading this poem--BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D