Feather-light
No real substance,
no real weight,
just a feather
by the gate.
Maybe white
with a slight glow
or darkly black
like from a crow.
Just resting there
if you please,
until there comes
a gentle breeze.
It picks me up,
gathers strength,
I’m wondering where
the ground just went.
It whistles now
sends me west
so come on wind,
do your best.
Take me far across the sea,
don’t let me fall and drown,
carry me on your breath
until we hit that town.
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Wonderful hully . I like how tangible this feels. Gives the reader a free feeling. Fantastic write !:)
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Well, thanks so much for that, CE. Glad you enjoyed it.
A fine poem to read on a blustery day --- and then let the mind wander. ... Thanks!
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Thanks, JE. Glad you enjoyed it.
Thanks, Hull!
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You're welcome, Mike. And thanks for giving it a read.
Amazingly written, Hully. I love the flow of the structure. Well done.
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Thanks for reading, jaylisbeth. It was a relief to write something more positive.
A lovely light, breezy poem, Hully - up, up and away. Fabulous!
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Thanks, Sue. Trying for something a bit more positive!
Ah, to be a feather upon the wing, to fall away and float in flight, with out the bird to sing.
You a quite a unique feather Hully, with ink filled words that I am always so happy to read; no matter the reason for their inscription !
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A quill! I never thought of myself in that way before, Doc! Thanks so much for reading!
A lovely piece, Hully. A touch of romanticism to it at the end.
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Looking for something just that bit lighter. Thanks for reading, Jeff.
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