Ann Peck Poet Dizain

Rudiments of Wings

As a grey dove, nestlings are taught
     The Basic Rudiments of Wings:
if one falls, it cannot be caught
     First, learn to fly, then how to sing.
A perfect lesson elders bring.
     A human babe, on other hand,
is often caught before he stands.
    So, as life goes, if he should fall,
expects a catch before he lands.
     He needs to learn how to forestall.

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S.Zaynab Kamoonpuri March 1, 2022 at 1:00 AM Wow a great thoughtprovoking poem that inspires to not prevent each little fall, for flight comes only after a few stumbles yes. Kudos! <<<<<<<>>>>>>>^^^^^^^>>>>><<<<<<<< Plz read and comment my newest poem too.

Kim Rodrigues February 28, 2022 at 6:16 PM Very nice, Ann!

Ann Peck February 28, 2022 at 3:25 PM i love the poem you wrote. It's so lovely and such a good description of rudiments. I would never have thought of that one :)

Andrea Dietrich February 28, 2022 at 3:00 PM Love this one and your take on "rudiments of wings" It has so many interpretations. Very interesting to see the many ones.

Rico Leffanta February 26, 2022 at 11:37 AM Quite true as many nestlings never get off the ground! Aloha! Rico Leffanta February 27, 2022 at 10:09 AM Native Americans do the same. Better one should perish than the whole family . . . ? Aloha! Ann Peck February 26, 2022 at 4:13 PM Hey Rico! Yeah, the wild can be difficult. I once raised finches.Tho domesticated, they retain wild genes. If a bird is born with a deformity, mama won't feed, so it dies. Good for the flock but sad to watch. Take care over there :)