Poetry/Shape/A Bird Flying Copyright Protected, ID 08-1568-309-07 All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written August 07, 2023 For the International Contest, No 1235 New Poems Only Sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 08/13/2023
Third Place
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the bird comes flying high soaring, drifting falling from the sky is he bring a message for only me to know drifting down, down perhaps from mom perhaps from my dad from my grandma the bird flies low, low I love his swirling lovely dance then, a wind current takes him up does he know how beautiful he is Oh how, I wish that I could float in the sky like a wild bird his bright eyes are looking at me! I imagine him a long lost friend now, he plummets downward and calls out so loudly send your poetry sweet poet girl, so I close my eyes and poems fly and I leave earth flapping my wings twirling, spinning whirling up then down then up
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