Sunlite Wanter Poet Sonnet

Afternoon Doves

Afternoon Doves

I hear you, my little dear singing doves,
You, glaring at me with your soulful eyes,
What are you thinking this late afternoon 
Or what are you selling, what did you buy?

I watched your clan friends with white striped wings,
Nor did they harmonize with bell like tones,
Ah, though, I love you as you cello speak
With muddled and gray colored stricken moans.

You watch the sparrow as if you are God.
As if you are He who gloriously feeds. 
And not those who eat in humility
With sleepy eyes in this late afternoon.

Tired sun makes you shadows until you fly
In the night where perches lie for sweet sleep.

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Lindsay Laurie October 22, 2019 at 7:27 PM Hello Sunlite … A nice picture sonnet to highlight a bird of peace. Almost every day I hear the soft cooing of a turtle dove outside my door. Thank you Sunlite - Lindsay Sunlite Wanter October 23, 2019 at 9:57 AM Thank you, Lindsay. I, too, love their "coo."

Harry Horsman October 15, 2019 at 11:21 PM Love the visual here, one is taken within the poem itself...Great Poetry. Sunlite Wanter October 16, 2019 at 10:17 AM That is a very nice comment, Harry.

Anne-Lise Andresen October 14, 2019 at 11:25 AM - Some claim that when doves singing ... then it will rain - A lovely poem, Sunlite :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Sunlite Wanter October 16, 2019 at 10:16 AM I love that! We've had a little rain, so maybe that's right.

Winged Warrior October 14, 2019 at 8:13 AM Very sweet my friend...great read...^WW^ :o) Sunlite Wanter October 16, 2019 at 10:15 AM And that's sweet of you, WW.

Silent One October 13, 2019 at 5:09 PM Interesting sonnet.. rhymes are a bit different.. nice read Sunlite Wanter October 16, 2019 at 10:15 AM Thank you, SO. I agree, don't know how to "fix" them.

Heidi Sands October 13, 2019 at 5:45 AM This is beautiful. I like the line, I love you as you cello speak. That is how the mourning doves sound here. Very nice Sunlite :) Sunlite Wanter October 13, 2019 at 4:12 PM I appreciate you noticing the "cello" sound. Thanks, Heidi.

Regina Mcintosh October 12, 2019 at 8:55 PM This is a wonderful sonnet about one of my favorites. God bless you with much love, Gina Sunlite Wanter October 13, 2019 at 4:09 PM They are so interesting to watch. Thank you.

W.A. Cholt October 12, 2019 at 6:42 PM Nicely written poem. A clear visual picture that grabs the attention of the reader. Sunlite Wanter October 13, 2019 at 4:09 PM Thank you so very much.