Heron’s wings span six-feet wide
great grey appendages in rhythmic flight
Dragonfly wings are camouflaged,
propel elongated bodies who hover in sight
Monarch’s wings are stained-glass delicate
with each flutter, sprinkle fantasies of delight
My wings, imaginary, give me faith and hope
mechanisms of spirituality, my soul’s fire ignite.
(Image mine)
Very nicely done!
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Thank you!
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You are welcome!
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beautiful metaphor Vj!β£οΈ
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Loved this. Beautiful.
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Thank you!
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Love it β€
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Thanks π
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Love the repetition, the rhyme, and the rhythm. Love the last stanza.
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Thanks LuAnne
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Let your imaginary wings soar, VJ.
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Yes! Thanks
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Most welcome!
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Very pleasing image and lines.
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Thanks Eilene
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I love watching winged creatures and enjoyed reading this piece. Favorite words are “great grey appendages”…
And I have a lovely image in my mind with you with actual wings flying around with the herons and monarchs and dragonflys…maybe the image is a metaphor (?) for you giving wings to your words.
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I certainly do it with my imagination. Thanks Betty.
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I love how your reflection on wings brings you to your own.
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It did! Thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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Love this!
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Beautiful
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Thanks, Sadje
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Youβre welcome
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This is just beautiful, VJ! β€οΈ
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Thank you, Nadine
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