Greg Gaul Poet Rhyme

Tribute To the Birds

So sadly, I must kill you my pretties -
then, I can love each of ye forever.
True tears moisten simple strokes of my brush,
gay gouache can caress every feather.
As you ascend, your wings will be fulfilled
when they lift to embrace heavenly winds.
We will long look skyward to hear thee sing
on high to that place of our earthly ends.
I shall study you and paint all your kind
to show the wide world how lovely thou are.
If I can complete just this one good thing -
hence, birders high hopes should fly ever far.




Rhyme, 12 lines, Nov 2021, 98 Words,
About John James Audubon 1785-1851 creator of
The Birds Of America book, 435 bird paintings that
that changed the course of avian history forever.

Eve Roper Contest: Rhyme Poems
11/5/21, 12 Lines, 98 Words

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Michael Miers December 18, 2021 at 2:19 PM a bird man. in a very personal sense, it seems to me. as you address your birds. francis preached to flocks of birds, didn't he ? beautiful work. Greg Gaul December 18, 2021 at 7:18 PM Thanks for your critique Michael. In a bizarre way I think these were his thoughts. But strangely, at the same time, he was not aware or awake of his own consequences. Ego of some sort consumed him.

Paula Goldsmith November 19, 2021 at 8:36 AM What a story/write. Thanks for the note at the bottom about John James Audubon. Have a blessed day/weekend.................. Greg Gaul November 19, 2021 at 1:39 PM Paula, thanks for your perceptive interest in this. It's actually an embedded poem in another poem called "The Twisted Tale Of An Avian Apparition". You might enjoy.