Silver-Eye
a soft sound
as small grey feathers
tumble
from darting flight
to darkness
I hold in my hands
the remnants
of a song
Maureen and her husband Rod live in Dargaville in the Kaipara (New Zealand). Maureen has had poetry published both on-line and in magazines such as A Fine Line, and has recently published her first poetry collection Antipodes. She has a Diploma in Creative Writing from Whitireia, and was short-listed for the 2012 Joy Cowley Award for her children’s picture book Fearless Fred and the Dragon.
This is actually a sad poem, but beautifully portrayed. I really enjoyed reading this awesome piece here this morning. You are a wonderful writer, I'm looking forward to reading more of your work. Great job,
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Thanks so much Rusty. I appreciate your comment
DeleteYou can write the most with the least amount syllables...
ReplyDeletePoignant; brilliant... Love it.
Thank you Michael. I am so glad that my heart feeling comes through
DeleteThanks, Maureen, you have distilled sadness.
ReplyDeleteThank you Rick for that insightful comment
DeleteOne time wasn't enough, Maureen. I had to read "Silver Eye" a second time. Both times were equally enjoying. Very nice poem. Thank you for sharing. Continued blessings!
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Thank you Maurice. I am glad you enjoyed this small poem
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ReplyDeleteDear Maureen, thank you for your comments! You poem "Silver-Eye" makes me picture a beautiful little bird seeking sanctuary by someone who would love to care for it. Nice poem!
Thank you, Eleanor Michael, for the following--
ReplyDeleteGreat image, and a shadow of sound.
Thank you, Barbara Siekierski, for the following--
ReplyDeleteNice poem about a bird in flight that falls to the ground and is picked up and nurtured.