https://dversepoets.com/2019/09/03/poetics-art-as-inspiration-introducing-beverly-dyer/
Removed, released, abandoned
falling to the earth, lost in flight
descending, shuddering to
birth. So in death abundance,
new ways to be known, drowned
in ink, enamoured, stories to
be told. Feathered are the minutes
of that final flight, tossed on
breath of angels, drifting out
of sight. Delicate abundance,
whispering to the wind, calling
to the dance of life - so it all
begins........
What a perspective - in death abundance - delicate abundance. That final flight is also a beginning.
ReplyDeleteLove your take that feathers are what let us down gently as we pass from one life to the next!
ReplyDeleteI like the format, the rhyme scheme, and the metaphors in your poem.
ReplyDeleteJadeLi
I like the way your poem begins with an ending in the list of three ‘Removed, released, abandoned’ and then ends with a beginning. I especially love the lines:
ReplyDelete‘…Feathered are the minutes
of that final flight, tossed on
breath of angels, drifting out
of sight...’
A sort of free-wheeling journey of thought. I like it!
ReplyDeleteNice line: "birth. So in death abundance,"
ReplyDeleteI do love how you liken life to that slow falling of a feather... it always on the ground, but in the meantime let us enjoy the flight.
ReplyDeleteI found this line so comforting...
ReplyDelete" Feathered are the minutes
of that final flight, tossed on
breath of angels, drifting out
of sight."
You encapsulated the death and bringing to life a feather. Great imagery.
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