Geese take off into the crystal bluish sky
These birds soar weightless in the air so high
Glide along with the murmuring wind
Slide over oceans leaving familiar territory behind
They cover miles with wind under their wings
Hey listen, their loud honking, like trumpet rings
Moving clouds oft shut them out from sight
Grooving, they give the feel of wispy dreams in flight.
Why this fascination with wings?
Said Wilbur – Am I wrong or am
I Write, replied Orville? Continuing to
refine his draw: Some like to jog,
while I think to soar. Wilbur, less
convinced, on the cot began to
snore. Then some geese came honking
by – Wilbur, rubbing clear a sleepy eye~
at length agreeing, Write behind you, brother!
Settled with a coin-toss, Orville’s Mail-order coin.
Wilbur was first to try.
Can you hear the pitter patter
Of the rain on my roof?
Can you hear the water splatter,
And the dog that goes 'woof'?
Can you hear that auto go by?
And the bike that zooms through?
Can you hear the thirsty land sigh,
As it laps the rain, dew?
Hearken! The tinkle of a laugh!
The rustle of a leaf,
The quiet mooing of the calf,
The weeping willow's grief;
Can you hear the crunch of the land,
When the lorry crushes?
Hearken to honking horns' bandstand,
As the traffic rushes;
Hearken! A baby crying far!
Music playing nearby!
How wonderful all these sounds are!
How do they gratify!
winter approaches
geese bulk up for their journey~
eating grains of wheat
in v formation
they head south for warmer climes~
honking in chorus
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away." ~ Maya Angelou
A lake view emerging from a mountain pass,
turquoise water reflecting the sun like glass -
a view of heaven;
butter-fingered hands that missed,
a football to the stomach and a fist -
countless bullies (six or seven);
on a prairie, soaking in some peace,
hearing honking of Canadian geese -
moving with the seasons;
the girl next door, a beautiful bride,
several of the wedding guests cried -
for different reasons.
in Canada we watch the Canada Geese
each Spring soaring in the sky
majestic against the sun
returning to us
their huge wings outstretched
flying in forked formation
honking all the way . . .
nothing is more beautiful
than their landing on ponds and rivers
they glide to a stop
with a splash sending water high
as they are a huge bird ~
they come in mated pairs
and soon are building ground nests
bowl-shaped in the reeds and grass
where two or nine babies are born
they do that three times a season
resulting in groups of babies
at different stages . . .
both parents care for the goslings
sometimes, other goslings join the parade
and stay with the group for one year _
so lovely watching them
guiding the yellow babies and bigger babies
across the water~
today, we watched some
junior geese learning to fly
graceful, peaceful
I find no need to search for poetry
It greets me in the shadows of sunrise
Brushes my cheeks with a cooling breeze
Teases me with the hint of laughter
Poetry whispers to me of now
Each breath a distant tower chime
Each laugh a fading steeple bell
A child’s laugh a moments mantra
It also shouts, frustrations folly
Honking at a malfunctioning red light
Cautiously celebrating the green
Defiant of the WALK/DON’T WALK challenge
Poetry befuddles me with its question
“Is life poetry or is poetry life?”
Well i must say, jonnica bray..' you gave
A loud report out..So i heard Biff say.! its
wow.? Like you lived up to you name, when you
( let one rip !) I heard honking like a
Donkey' in fog, On a ship.' At circular quay
Hey!!! And live on the T V.!!! come to
Think of it? Just goes to show.! I s'pect
I'll winds will just blow..
a change of undies was later
In order.? Just another low blow?
That was visited, on the viewers, from this
(Australian daily mail ) hmm..Er??
Well real big time
rorter.)
In the far distance I hear freeway noises
there is a jet plane arriving from the east
my dog is chewing something loudly
probably a walnut
he fancies trying to break his teeth
a car has accelerated rapidly on I-70
I hear a tin-like barking sound
try to identify it
sounds like a screaming robot that is being dragged and tagged
a tiny bird tweets to my right
another jet plane
I look up
It looks like a toy up there
makes a sound like distant thunder
train whistle grabs my attention
five or six pulls
Motorcycle revs up
life in the country of Kansas
uh-oh
a siren
police or fire
lots of honking
Whilst the sun slowly sinks
Beneath the snow-capped mountains
Dark-rimmed clouds drift high above
Red-orange skies shroud the sky
V-shaped geese honking afar
Darkness creeps on mirrored lakes
Gold eyes wink as dusk sets in
He flops at rest stops
hid by other sleeping truckers.
He likes the loneliness
as the cab windows gradually mist over
with smokey stars.
Rolling on,
cities of light flare upwards
and beneath them
are the unseen, the dead eyed
that hide under a metro-glare.
Amarillo, Detroit, Tacoma, Richmond,
places packed and stacked
with broken dreams and loose ends.
Just driving; hauling and honking.
No one looking.
Launderettes and liquor stores,
five finger fandangos in the back,
chicken wings and Jack D.
Atlantic City, Apalachicola,
soaking in the slipstream
while America looks somewhere else.
What are you watching America?
Sometimes he thinks
only the coyotes are paying attention.
Roads thread through his fingers.
The Great Lakes shimmer,
Rockies rear-up and ripple,
all those dust painted
played-out rural towns,
the roads are his tunnel
through both beauty and depredation.
Old men on roadside benches
stare unphased by his air horn blare'
as if he himself were an 18-wheeled
rolling exhibit of America itself,
yet no one looks long enough
to care.
altercation in parking lot
neither of the drivers is backing down
they are both being snotty
I start to worry
What if they have knives or guns?
I am too scared to get out of my car now
The honking and finger waving begins
I feel threatened, so I duck down
until I hear one screech away
My twin sister and I were nine when this happened.
We both still remember it, and this was sixty years ago.
Our brother was two.
We were sitting at the dinner table eating.
Suddenly Richard broke wind.
A long loud on-going steady honking stream of gas.
His face lit up and he yelled “I did a Daddy!”
Sad pumpkins all wear mushy frowns
All the leaves are on the ground
Soft breezes making wintery sounds
I’m staying inside gaining pounds
The geese have left in honking V’s
As pond edges slowly freeze
My cat stalks crispy dancing leaves
I’m wearing flannel with long sleeves
The bells will ring, the children sing
Wond’ring what will Santa bring
Rock salt, scrapers, hands that sting
A HUMBUG hat, a PAPA thing
The sun will rise in a Decem…BRRR
Cats in windows slyly purr
We’ll hunch into our collars fur
Shopper’s lament…I still need more
A sign inside the busy store
YOU BROKE IT…YOU BOUGHT IT
FOR…..CHRISTMAS IS COMING
AND NO ONE CAN STOP IT.
honking geese head South
droning planes on mission fly
warmer climes; targets
~ kcm
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