
Honks and feather-whoosh,
the hushed-brush of wing-flutter,
as V for victory, or
peace—to fly unfettered,
seeing blue of sky and river.
For dVerse a type of poetry called a Wayra. It’s a poem of 5 lines, syllabic, 5-7-7-6-8, and unrhymed.
Honks and feather-whoosh,
the hushed-brush of wing-flutter,
as V for victory, or
peace—to fly unfettered,
seeing blue of sky and river.
For dVerse a type of poetry called a Wayra. It’s a poem of 5 lines, syllabic, 5-7-7-6-8, and unrhymed.
I can hear the geese… especially that powerful whoosh of wings.
Thank you. It’s so cool when you can actually hear bird wings as they fly over you.
Yes! So nicely done! Perfect photo to go with, as well.
I’m actually gonna try my hand at this one 😉
Thank you so much!
Yes! 😀
My pleasure!
And yeah, I already had a poem in mind that I was going to write… Once again, I am using a form that forces me to cut it short, though!
Sometimes it forces you to think of things in a different way.
Oh yes. I’m finally sitting down to work on it. 🙂
😀
They are pretty noisy arent they. Love the sound movements of the wings, and I would like to say, for peace.
Thank you very much, Grace. That would be nice wouldn’t it?
I am always fascinated by the migrating geese. They call and I look up.
You would be looking up all the time here! I like them though.😀
This is absolutely stunning, Merril 😀 I so love the use of onomatopoeia here and can truly hear the “feather whoosh.”💝💝
Thank you so much, Sanaa! 💕
Ah yes… we get formations of swans ..remarkable…. well caught..
Thank you–I don’t see many geese around here.
I would love to see a flying formation of swans. Snow geese is as close as we get. hear the honking but not the whoosh, but I can imagine it thanks to you.
Thank you, Glenn. I haven’t seen swans at the river where I walk, though someone told me they have been there. There are lots of geese there though, and they stay all year.
Ah, to be a bird in flight!
Yes, indeed. 😀
😀
How I envy the geese who fly unfettered and free. And how i envy poets like you!
Awww–thank you, Pam! 💙
I like the compound “feather-whoosh.” That’s a fun onomatopoeia.
Thank you so much!
I got high just reading this one Merril. Thanks!
Ron–so funny. Thank you.
Wonderful, Merril!
Thank you, Jill!
To fly unfettered–at least we get the vicarious experience. Great sound in this. (K)
Thank you very much, Kerfe!
You sweep us away with these lines, Merril: love your close, meticulously crafted style, so “present.”
pax,
dora
Thank you for your lovely comment, Dora. Much appreciated! 😊
You’re welcome!
Wonderful wording. I especially like, “the hushed-brush of wing-flutter,”
I enjoyed this very much.
Thank you very much, Ali. I’m so pleased.
Se were thinking along the same lines Merril. Lovely imagery ☺️💕
Thank you, Christine. I will get to yours today in a bit. 😀
No worries Merril. Relax and enjoy your day ☺️
Your words are so freeing they lift my heart, Merril!
How lovely! Thank you so much, Ingrid!
You’re welcome, Merril 😊
I always love your geese!
Thank you very much. I do love to watch them!
They’re wonderful birds and they give your words such life.
Oh, thank you! I’m so pleased. 😀
🙂
The first two lines are brilliant use of onomatopoeia
Thank you so much, Derrick! Merril words worked for the prompt. 😏
i heard the whooshing wings here! so good.
Thank you so much! 😀
I read this with a smile. Nicely done.
Thank you, Frank. 😀
Liberating.
Yes, thanks.
Love the way you work the sound words into this. Seamless and evocative.
Thank you very much!
This is wonderfully done, Merril. I could see and hear them through your words. 💙
Thank you so much! I’m pleased you could.💙
You are welcome. 😊
What a lovely uplifting sense of flight and freedom.
Thank you so much, Suzanne!
uplifting poem and pic, how delightful!
Thank you very much!
Nice one!!!
Much💛love
Thank you, Gillena. 😀
Fall is my favorite time of the year, your wayra is a lovely reminder of one of my favorite things. Cheers Merril.
Thank you, Helen. I’m glad my words brought you happy thoughts. 😀
Such a lovely poem. I could hear the whoosh, feel the flutter, and see the flight.
Thank you so much for your kind words!
This might have a type definition, but I call it poetry.
Your instincts and feel surpass the rules of engagement, Merril!
Thank you very much, Resa!😀