Monday, January 4, 2010

wings .osi

' airborne '

burns a candle
melting icarean dreams ,
on the earth
the white wings of winter
a goose carved in snow ,
undulating greens
fields of wheat , fields of maize
parrots in the sun ,
verses in terracotta
bathing in the dust
mud colored sparrows ,
how the shadows grow
see crow after crow ,
the first roseate ray
a golden eagle freed ,
on the earth
my childhood scrapbook
without any wings
just fallen feathers
and a pageful of sky ..

/ original / z.g.

( edited & rearranged )


  1. This makes me think of how childhood and innocence end. I like this very much.

  2. or how childhood lets the earth come out of the dark

    _ that's what i thought while writing it , sandy ..

    thanks for liking it ..

  3. my childhood scrapbook
    without any wings
    just fallen feathers
    and a pageful of sky ..

    What a lovely ending! This was a beautiful poem.

  4. reminiscent of childhood!

    great write Zoya!

  5. nice images ....our evolve!

  6. This poem is so full of wonder, depth and beauty, I find it hard to say anything other than: 'spectacular'.

  7. zoya gautam,
    Thank you for coming by my blog and leaving a comment. Glad you liked it. You are welcome to visit anytime.

    Yousei Hime

  8. Nice flow and images of winter for me. Fill that pageful of sky with dreams.

  9. .. ' i'd rather be a sparrow than a snail
    if i could , i surely would
    i'd rather be a hammer than a nail
    if i could , i surely would '
    .. i surely would

    lyrics from a well known song , most likely by simon - garfunkel ..

  10. falling back to earth. what more could one ask?
    your writing is stunning!

  11. what beautifully stunning images you have woven with your words! Thanks~