Make South
poem by:
Lennard McIntosh
Written
on Jul 06, 2016
The long, feathered lines
of migratory fowl
setting over skies that
stretch out far and wide.
In an open-spaced flight
through juggernaut gales.
Unchained from Arctic climes,
consuming black clouds.
Blown in battle lines
that nip tail feathers,
over-flown terror,
in south-bound alarm.
While winter torment,
bursting in fury,
snaps like frozen flames
near the melting point.
Flocks fill air pockets
to gain momentum.
V formations add
an edge
to gain the headway.
They power on - to life!
Tags: encouraging, hope, imagery,
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Chris Cleverly commented:
what a great read, thank you for posting
Christopher Russon
commented:
Lovely poem.
Shanta
commented:
Your metaphors are breathtakingly fresh - like the breeze above those oceans the birds catapulting, thank you for sharing.
