Victor Buhagiar Poet Free verse

If I Had Wings

If I had wings I'd outdo unfortunate Icarus
and soar up to the highest stratosphere.
Buoyant, I'd defy gravity and glide
over the loftiest snow tipped mountains,
or slide headfirst towards some deep vale
where iridescent meadows stretch into verdant pastures
where myriads of healthy cattle graze, placidly, alone.
 
If I had wings I'd play with high white clouds,
or scatter misty fluffy cumulus from over the fields
or cause precipitation to make our produce grow
in our windswept lush and fertile heartland.
Should I forget the poorer drought struck lands?
You know that I would not, not me.
 
If I had wings I would delight in competing
with all the various winds, and fly quiescent
savoring the multitudinous scents that emanate
from all the lovely flowers and all the well kept lakes.
But alas I have no wings and as I look up
and see the birds flying free, I feel it would have been
a better deal, if God had given me a pair of wings.

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Lisa Ricci May 16, 2023 at 8:11 AM Victor Victor Victor. Please allow me to let your very poetic words stand as there is nothing I could add or would change. This is poetry in the truest fashion and expression. All elements are attached. Thank you for always sharing your poetic talent. It was an honor reading this. Have a beautiful afternoon and night. Love Blessings and Peace now and always. (smile) This is just beautiful Victor.

Andrea Dietrich May 14, 2023 at 12:22 PM LOVE when you write like this. My favorite style of free verse. A fave

Joanna Daniel May 14, 2023 at 2:18 AM Great longing for wings, Victor:)

Bj Legros Kelley May 14, 2023 at 12:25 AM Such a wonderful longing to hold in ones heart Victor! To know also that you would share the precipitation with the droughted lands, is so incredibly sweet, and ya know what? We'd love that! Well, its the thought that counts :) Wonderful poem!

Susan Ashley May 13, 2023 at 7:52 AM Dear Victor, I adore your musings, the lovely imagery and the wistful conclusion of your poem. I especially loved "If I had wings I'd play with high white clouds, / or scatter misty fluffy cumulus from over the fields" - I wish I had wings to do that too! Your last two lines touch me deeply for a beautifully pensive finale. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan

Daniel Turner May 12, 2023 at 2:18 PM Although imaginary wings dont really count, we do have wings, just not the kind the birds have. Do you think, they would trade their wings for your brain? I am pretty sure at some point in everyone's life they have wished for wings. I liked your poem Victor. Id fly up about 1000ft and do a nose dive in the nearest mountain lake:)

Anne-Lise Andresen May 12, 2023 at 12:27 PM - It would have been nice to have wings ... an enchanting poem, Victor :) - I wish you a lovely weekend :) - hugs

Evelyn Judy Buehler May 12, 2023 at 11:41 AM The idea of having wings is so pleasant to ponder, Victor. The wings of imagination are also nice, as evidenced in your lovely poem. :)

Sotto Poet May 12, 2023 at 9:52 AM Your imagination conjures up images of goodness and enthusiasm. Your poem tells much about you.

Ann Peck May 12, 2023 at 8:38 AM A lovely thought to have wings. I love all the things you would do if you could fly.

Eve Roper May 12, 2023 at 7:07 AM A blessing it would have been to have had wings and do all of what you had mention.. Blessings to you my friend

Kim Rodrigues May 12, 2023 at 7:03 AM Your cloud play and lofty ideas are admirable. I think we’d spy a couple wings upon your saintly back ;) Hugs ~ Kim

Len Gasun May 12, 2023 at 5:43 AM This is so beautiful my dear poet friend Victor. Flying free as a bird would have been a heavenly feeling. I, too want to have pair of wings so I can soar high. Sometimes I'm flying in my dream and I don't want to wake up anymore:)) . Another marvelous write from your golden pen my dear poet friend. I love and enjoyed your poem a lot. Thanks for sharing. Blessings to you always and your golden pen. Hugs

Vijay Pandit May 12, 2023 at 5:16 AM Your thoughts convey positive imagery--full of good deeds. Your poem speaks for you eloquently.

Tania Kitchin May 12, 2023 at 4:05 AM Victor, well penned, with wings birds can fly free but often crash into things and live short lives.

Lin Lane May 12, 2023 at 3:41 AM If God had given wings to me, I wonder what things I'd be able to see. Wistfully written, Victor, but as humans He made us in His image... imperfect ones.