Wise birds
The blue shining bird appears to be a black crow.
Her raucous call wakes me since she lives near my window.
She is smart, alert and she knows how to deliver mystery.
Reminds us people to communicate ever since history.
The wild and lost goose paid me a visit last week.
In the fog rushed against the door, an occasion unique.
A migrating specie above all master of communication.
Made me realise I'm as well, searching for a new destination.
No coincidence that the feathers carrying this bird during her flight,
are the same feathers I once used to collect to be able to write.
No coincidence that at this moment these two birds make me realise,
to never underestimate the force of nature and the beauty she supplies.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Claire Q: | Woensdag, januari 24, 2007 07:12 |
| It''s nice to read poems like yours... have a nice day 2day! Liefs |
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| dishesqueen: | Donderdag, januari 18, 2007 18:52 |
| Marsie at het best!! | |
| kleinmeisje: | Donderdag, januari 18, 2007 01:35 |
| mooi gedicht,knap gedaan zo in het engels.en inderdaad onderschat nooit d natuur.liefs | |
| MG Poetry: | Donderdag, januari 18, 2007 00:54 |
| Nice poem who wrote...I like the rhyme Grtz;) MG Poetry |
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