HOVER BIRD
No more the masts of tall ships
hoist an early morning sky;
poised wings of steel white bird
stretch bog to bank where former
merchant walls rose high
and marching feet were ranked.
Thicker than muscled water
the wires that hold this will to fly
in place: hands withdrawn now
reach across again and knit;
accord is bound by bridge’s
harp-stringed grace.
Peace no more a Gulliver,
Lilliputian-pinned; now this
songbird soars on children’s
laughter, their dancing back
and forth on changing winds.
Sheila
Love,
Christine
Alan--modestly
Ron
Cheers,
Dan
-gene.
Axilea
the links are forged eternal
in deed and in fine poetry.
Now bruises heal...and fast!
John
I'm so excited for your wonderful journey here, Kate, both as a friend and as an admirer as your writings are certainly those of a most talented poetic genius.
Blessings xx
Christine
Amber
We do share a tendency for freaky accidents,yours sounds worse than mine;-)Glad your on the mend!
Hugs,
Eileen
Georgexx
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :)
congrats on your poem being applied to Wilson's music ... must have been a great time ... hope your feeling better from your fall ...
Regis
PS: Looked for you in the linked newscast video. Is that you with the Big Hat??!!
Good to see you again, and it's about time.