' airborne '
darkness
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 )
This makes me think of how childhood and innocence end. I like this very much.
ReplyDeleteor how childhood lets the earth come out of the dark
ReplyDelete_ that's what i thought while writing it , sandy ..
thanks for liking it ..
my childhood scrapbook
ReplyDeletewithout any wings
just fallen feathers
and a pageful of sky ..
What a lovely ending! This was a beautiful poem.
reminiscent of childhood!
ReplyDeletegreat write Zoya!
many thanks ..
ReplyDeletenice images ....our destiny.......to evolve!
ReplyDeleteThis poem is so full of wonder, depth and beauty, I find it hard to say anything other than: 'spectacular'.
ReplyDeletezoya gautam,
ReplyDeleteThank you for coming by my blog and leaving a comment. Glad you liked it. You are welcome to visit anytime.
Yousei Hime
Nice flow and images of winter for me. Fill that pageful of sky with dreams.
ReplyDelete.. ' i'd rather be a sparrow than a snail
ReplyDeleteif 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 ..
falling back to earth. what more could one ask?
ReplyDeleteyour writing is stunning!
what beautifully stunning images you have woven with your words! Thanks~
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