White Bird

Flying gracefully above 
         the city
  A white bird rises 
high on a gust of wind
  Passing through clouds
Looking down upon the verdant 
    earth
     she heads homeward where
her chicks await her return
The sun again upon her wings
as she passes over land and sea
She is the very soul of freedom
     Day morphs into night 
But she continues to soar
Peering down upon the land
  She espies her nest
This bird is a powerful symbol
  Of freedom, of faith, of all 
who travel through the open skies
    Diving swiftly 
    She is home once more
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Dietrich Avatar
December 18, 2011 at 12:33 AM
Very nice poem I found way back here, Matt. Merry Christmas to you again!
Terrell Avatar
November 14, 2009 at 10:38 AM
The visual while reading this is beautiful. "The sun again upon her wings." Very moving...
Guzzi Avatar
November 2, 2009 at 1:22 PM
may we all come gratefully home. Light & Love
Golden Avatar
October 9, 2009 at 8:31 PM
This is wonderful piece, Matthew. I wonder if it is allegorical? Thanks for sharing your heart with us here at the Soup. Hugs, Donna
Guzzi Avatar
October 6, 2009 at 4:38 PM
life affirming! Light & Love
Kendrick Avatar
September 24, 2009 at 7:24 AM
Excellent write. I am floating on the current myself. Keep writing. Sara. P.S. On my poem about the Tacos you will discover from other poems of mine that Whity is the cat. The tacos were so hot that she had to get in the birdbath to cool off.
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September 23, 2009 at 6:38 AM
Good morning Matthew, this a superb write, one can truly enviision this symbolic bird of freedom soaring through the skies.excellent iamgery marvelous tone.It is indeed a pleasure to have read for you :-) Many Blessings, Adell
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September 18, 2009 at 5:12 PM
i can think only of a dove,freedom in her wings reaching for the skies landing home safely--beautiful..thanks re your kind comments Matthew--recomment question-(motorino--is a small motor cycle used a lot in Italy,my neighbor country..:)excellent write and thanks again--Charma
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