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WORDS as BIRDS
as do birds
words fly
fluttering
hovering
singing
warbling
dull or exotic
cumbersome or succinct
tender or abrupt
yet so high
their sky
carrying
with their wings aflame
both sonority and meaning
their tone surging
from plangent to plaintive
from joyous to rhapsodic
gliding in grace
with forethought and intention
swooping with wit
dipping their wingtips
in pools of light
or in puddles of mud
careless words
trailing doubt
words with a conscience
trilling
swooping
in the summer sun
skimming the surface of reason
dipping to their trees
to rest
to roost
when evening is done
nesting with the need for growth
mating when the time is ripe
breeding as the notion is defined
fledging offspring true to type
nurturing meaning under their wing
always bearing
cushioned within their feathered breasts
for those who care to discover
their true strength
wings beating to pronounce
their significance
the revelation of their truth
the essence of their existence

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A delightful comparison
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Your comment is much appreciated. Thank you, Derrick.
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A delightful tribute to our feathered friends. I love the imagery.
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Thank you, Eugenia.
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Words have wings. I think this has great movement of slow dips and dives while soaring in all the right places.
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I thank you for your colourful response.
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Ahh….Roland, this is sheer delight and masterly use of these words / birds.
It makes my heart soar hearing words taking such flight, being used with such innate skill.
Never stop, we want more. 😊 .
I feel compelled to quote one stanza:
“gliding in grace
with forethought and intention
swooping with wit
dipping their wingtips
in pools of light
or in puddles of mud ”
How true this poem rings.
miriam
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I am extremely grateful for your generous words. Miriam.
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