Hi all,
I've written the following poem for O.S.I. and the theme is miracle.
Fledgling wings
A full moon
I cup in my palms
New life
And find within its beak
A miracle
Whole, full, and sublime
And so I gaze
Through the gray and haze
And find my bird
Circling me
With gentle coos
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Hi W.G. Yes, new life is definitely a miracle.
Your words come together so nicely like a good poet's should. I.e, whole, full, and sublime -- through the gray and haze -- and find within its beak.
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Especially love the image of the bird circling you with gentle coos :)
It is so beautiful and tender! Life is amazing. Thanks for visiting my blog, too.
I know this feelings,
my bird
Circling me
With gentle coos
Beautiful, as usual.
So Soft and Lovely feel!
Simply beautiful!
Hello.
Nice imagery & flow. I especially like the ending too. Thanks for sharing.
Her Perfumed Scent
Really I liked this.
nice
so delicate in imagery
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