Sunday, May 6, 2018

Poetry: Wings

Robin’s egg.

Flocks of avian beings fly
in rows of breathing ribs
that soar across the sky.
Sometimes a feather falls
as an offering,
down, down to the grass
and I, the lucky soul
who walks by to find it.
A starling whirrs by
in a feathery blur
that smells
of earthworms and rivers.
A heron whooshes above me
and I can almost hear
the babbling creek
inside his beak
as a fish flops
in his mouth,
its scales so luminescent
I swear I can hear those, too,
because shimmer
should have a sound.

I wonder why birds flying
can bring me to tears.
I yearn to be
orioled, finched, wrenned
like they are.
The wings are the thing.
They remind me of angels,
those unseen beings I believe in.
I think these thoughts
as I walk without wings.
Sometimes in my dreams
I am one of them,
willing myself to take flight,
if only for a few moments.
But, on this morning
I walk down a sidewalk
across earth's timeline.
I spy
a delicate, blue egg,
fallen and cracked,
its world shattered
on the gravel of a man-made road.

© Sherri Brannon


I wrote this poem on my walk the other day...discovering the cracked egg gave me the perfect way to end it. Thank goodness for the Notes feature on my iPhone - I was stopping constantly to write down my thoughts. Thanks so much for stopping by.

16 comments:

  1. Sherri these lines resonate the power of poetry
    "I swear I can hear those, too,
    because shimmer"

    Happy Sunday. Thank you for dropping by my Sunday Standard today

    Much🌼love

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  2. I love when a poem catches us walking or driving. I am very moved by birds as well, feathered beings. I loved your poem.

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  3. Such a a tragic image. So many poems with birds in them today! There singing makes me want to cry too! I think it connects me with my childhood and innocence.

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  4. A deeply introspective and gorgeous write. Especially love; "I wonder why birds flying can bring me to tears. I yearn to be orioled, finched, wrenned like they are."💜

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  5. Yes, it is sad to see a broken egg on the ground, reminds us of what might have been. They work so hard to reproduce, and sadly many eggs are broken.

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  6. ooooh. This is lovely and it sings. :)

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  7. I love those found moments that inspire us....as I watch birds I wish I could fly and have wings!

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  8. I love the idea of having wings and flying free (metaphorically speaking)!

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  9. there is a subtle song to this... and some great imagery

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  10. Walking the empty shoreline I have sometimes seen eggs this way. I expect your egg was stolen and hopefully the hen didn't notice the missing one. Humans have always had that urge to fly even before Icarus I expect. Just as well we invented powered aircraft to lessen the failed experiments. What a beautiful sensitive post Sherri B.

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  11. Wow - this is brilliant writing. You sketched the scene in wonderful detail and depth, in the first stanza, upon which - in the second stanza - you pin your reflections. Beautifully constructed and beautifully rendered.

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  12. Beautifully descriptive and reflective.

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  13. Some fabulous images and lines here... hard to pick a favourite but this one is simply brilliant: because shimmer
    should have a sound.

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  14. "...I yearn to be
    orioled, finched, wrenned
    like they are...."
    I love these lines and feel your musings in my soul. A beautiful write.

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  15. How tragic! A moving piece.

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  16. “...shimmer / should have a sound.” Just wonderful!! And I love your use of birds as verbs. It captured them beautifully.

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