Paige Hind Poet Triolet

Seagulls At Winter

The crying seagulls spoon midair — 
Their December tongues slow to moor;
On wings in sky like a white tear.
The crying seagulls spoon midair — 
Within their chase, coming to spare
A dirge for ice's front on shore — 
The crying seagulls spoon midair,
Their December tongues slow to moor.

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Kim Rodrigues December 8, 2025 at 1:20 PM Cool wording! Enjoyed!

sara Etgen-Baker December 6, 2025 at 5:59 PM outstanding imagery, Paige...captivating words beautifully crafted. Hugs, Sara

Sotto Poet December 6, 2025 at 2:53 AM DearPaige, such a splendid verse with great metaphors! Exquisitely crafted. A fav from you.

Anne Winter December 5, 2025 at 9:37 PM Dear Paige, what a wonderful poem this is! Incredibly written. A fav!

Andrea Dietrich December 4, 2025 at 4:15 PM Very nice. I loved wings like white tears

Daniel Henry Rodgers December 4, 2025 at 7:53 AM Dear Paige, I think the repetition works like a tide, pulling me the reader back into the same suspended moment, as if the scene refuses to move forward. It left me thinking about how certain images don’t just describe a season, they become the season, holding onto us. Autumn Blessings, Dear Paige, Daniel

Ghairo Daniels December 3, 2025 at 11:17 PM Excellent imagery of seagulls in winter, PH. Love these lines : On wings in sky like some white's tear.//dirge for ice's front on shore — //xxx

Victor Buhagiar December 3, 2025 at 10:38 PM I love seagulls and use them in my poems. This poem is full of imagery. Well written.

Valsa George December 3, 2025 at 9:29 PM Whenever we go to a sea or beach, we can site so many seagulls. At sunset, it is a joy watching them returning to their nests. A lovely triolet, dear friend.