Rudiments of Wings
“As I watched the seagulls, I thought, That’s the road to take; find the absolute rhythm and follow it with absolute trust.” ~ Nikos Kazantzakis
RUDIMENTS OF WINGS
O child, your seablown hollyhocks— recall
of Kilmer’s tree. So rapidly your heart
‘tis wild, carefree.
Sweet child, your cherry cheeks are mountain peaks
in Field’s gingham and calico The Feud.
You soar on swing.
Quill and ink — unflappable raven wings
of Poe’s haunting ballad stir up feelings,
never receding.
Dear child, out in the lonely woods of Frost,
harness bells shaking in the snowy woods—
effervescent cold.
The Lord is my shepherd, Psalm twenty-three.
Lovely solemnity— a poem-prayer.
Schooled in scripture.
Rudimentary poetry in flight.
you hold onto each illumined feather—
the inner child.
2/19/2022
This or That, Vol 10 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2022
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment