Flying South
7 March 2017
Feeding herd
Revolves around me
Claws of Hawk
On the fish
The lamb is opening dish
In supper of wolves
Spilling yoke
The hen rescued egg
Wisps of smoke
Ribs that poke
Talismans that we invoke
Through Truths that we spoke
The chatter
Subsides with the winds
Flying South
Closing mouth
Face racing against the clouds
I follow the birds
Reading of the poem:
Vuelvo al Sur – Caetano Veloso
Geetha, I am always blessed with a smile, as i read your words! Hugs1
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What a lovely compliment. Thank you dear brother. Hugs to you as well.
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Powerful imagery, Geetha
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Thank you Derrick 😊
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