Fly high, young bird. Your hour has come.
Let fall a feather to remember you by –
free and exultant in the summer skies.
Faith be on your wings, and perseverance, too
favorable winds will not always be for you
Forge ahead though fear engulfs your heart
fortune kisses him who does not give up.
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I was aiming for a pleiades but I missed it by so many syllables. To be a pleaides, the poem should have seven lines with 6 syllable in each line. Each line should begin with the same letter as the title. Since I could not do the form anyway, I moved “let” to the second stanza from its original position as the last word of the first stanza. I chose the form with the I wrote this for Septets for DVerse’s Seventh Anniversary prompt in mind. 🙂 A fluffy feather that I saw on the ground this morning inspired the piece.
Writing about a one simple thing gives meaning to the world surrounding it. Lovely, Imelda.
Pleiades or not…. Its beautiful
Thank you very much for the kind words. 🙂
My pleasure dear
It is a very creative way you went about the poem, Imelda. Such an uplifting poem with quite a lot of poem. When we feel that we can fly, we feel light and free – and so apt that the feather inspired your words. Hope you are well and summer is going great for you 🙂
I especially liked the sound and sense of the second line: “Let fall a feather to remember you by” It feels like letting a child who is now an adult go off on their own.
That’s quite lovely – I liked how you mention the token of a feather to remember it by. And yes, the winds are often not very favorable. 🙂
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Life encapsulated in verse. Beautifully done.
Beautiful photo to match your lovely poem!
This really captures what a young bird with a downy feather is up against. Yes, the poem captures this through your own prompt of the feather. Great detail in the photos too.
I can hear a mother’s voice to a younster (or young bird) ~ Love the wise and encouraging words ~ I too have a bird feather, dropped on the ground and I keep it for posterity.
Love the image….love the message. I move far beond the young bird here…..
When we were pregnant with our first child (45 years ago!), someone gave me a framed saying – which now hangs in my daughter’s home:
The best things a parent can give their child is roots and wings.
That saying is wise and true. There was a time when I felt so rootless and lost. Well, one way or the other, a person will get lost somehow but a strong support system would be quite handy to have when or if that time comes.
What an inspiring poem! Fortune does kiss the ones who don’t give up!
Thanks, Jay. 🙂
I like your wise almost pleaides
Thanks, Debi. 🙂
Faith and perseverance, lovely.