you open my eyes to beauty of wings
the sky is a wonder of light and wings
draw over my sadness with whiteness of snow,
my fears with fluttering of bold black wings
how the rain pours over wild forest-
spring will arrive, blazing, bagful of wings
paint the long summer days with bright orange
& yellow, symmetrical, silky wings
when autumn arrives, give me grace to fall
chest thrumming to wind's spell, breaking my wings
Silky Owlet / Photographed in Papua New Guinea / Michael Sammut
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Art in Nature, Hosted by Melissa Lemay. Thank you for your visits and comments.
I love it, and what a wonderful way to write it in the form of a ghazal... Butterflies are creatures of magic to me.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful ghazal for a stunning butterfly, Grace. I love the idea of opening eyes ‘to beauty of wings’, and the ‘thrumming’ and repetition of wings allows the poem take flight.
ReplyDeleteLovely. I especially like how the snow brings relief from sadness. Perspective is everything. Also love the phrase "bagful of wings". Happy New Year, Grace.
ReplyDeleteHi Grace. These lines are especially captivating: “draw over my sadness with whiteness of snow,
ReplyDeletemy fears with fluttering of bold black wings”🦋
Nice one Grace. Luv the way you used the colours fitted to moods feelings and seasons
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year
Much♡love
Beautiful flow, soft, slightly sad, lovely poetry
ReplyDeleteAin
Beautiful use of the seasons to connect with butterfly wings. There is a song of melancholy fluttering lightly in the backdrop.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done Grace! That was a beautiful butterfly!
ReplyDeleteas beautiful as the butterfly itself
ReplyDeleteThis is such a beautiful ghazal, Grace. Exquisite.
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful poem, Grace!
ReplyDeleteOh I love the sky is a wonder of light and wings. A day of butterfly wings is a wonder to behold. Such a beautiful poem Grace. :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Grace. I enjoyed the repetition of the reference to wings.
ReplyDeleteI identified with your poem, Grace. My hammock furnishes a perfect and comfortable viewing spot of my huge tabachine bush which is a magnet for whatever variety of butterfly is passing through. I love watching their drifting dance.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely ghazal, Grace! It matches the beauty of the silky owlet perfectly.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely, Grace, tinged with a bit of melancholy. Whatever the season, butterflies bring joy.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful ghazal, Grace. All moods are in play here.
ReplyDeleteYou words open our eyes "to the beauty of wings", Grace, from season to season. Beautifully composed.
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