Long Cygnet Poems
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Delighted by birds’ coloring books
Awed with stories on biblical fowls of the air…
There’s my special child, unperturbed
Eyes glued to a science book he’s trying to comprehend.
In a guessing game,
He’s asked: “What birds are these?
Identify using these clues:
Indeed faithful to mate for life;
male is called a cob,
female partner’s name is pen;
they have a baby cygnet...
As God’s creatures,
they are highly intelligent
and remember who has been kind to them.”
Suddenly... “Swans,” he shouted with glee
Midst his spastic flapping gestures.
In exhilarating triumph
we all bask in his lingering swan-chorus:
"Who made all the swans so beautiful...
God* in heaven above."
*Isaiah 43:15 I am the LORD, your Holy One, the creator..., your King.
April 17, 2019
9th place, "Suddenly Swans" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Maureen McGreavy; judged on 4/26/2019.
Canal channel calm
Calm swan route rowed
Rowed with your oars
Oars of square shoulders
Shoulders I sheltered beneath
Beneath your wings afloat
Afloat on luxe lake
Lake made me safe
Safe with your sage
Sage directed my passage
Passage protected
Protected from the ocean
Ocean of troubled tumult
Tumult groomed off my coat
Coat you fitted with new buttons
Buttons you held
Held securely together
Together we travesed
Traversed rivers flowing
Flowing patiently
Patiently picking me up
Picking up my supplies
Supplied my fantasy
My fantasy you strove
Strove to give
Give without hesitation
Without you I'm xeric
Xeric forlorn flimsy
Flimsy as a fledgling
As a cygnet in the surf, helpless
Helpless, hapless in danger
Danger eradicated
Exchanged for feathered heaven
Feathered my fall each time
Time I took from you, mine
Mine to entwine your vigor
Vigor towards your growth
Towards seperate ideals
Ideal provision
Provided constant care
Care dealt with no cost
Cost feeble offspring pressure
Pressure pulling on your wings
Wings lifted stretched out of reach
Reach their own potential
Potential to strengthen
Strengthen our bond
Bond of production
Producing competence
Competent, unburdened
16th January
Degrees of Separation
- for Jameille -
Orphaned by the distant wind
as darkness bathes the dawn
My wings have flown beyond my sight
to catch the cygnet swan
A brother to the foreign soil
lost father to the man
Hearing wisps of memories past
old promises remand
Alone upon a falling sea
in depths my heart bemoans
The water cold inside my veins
fresh images I’m shown…
To raise my spirit from its sleep
and chase the light above
The night relinquishes its grip
and frees the mourning dove
Returning messages of hope
to course before the sun
That shines upon my reclaimed self
—my flight at last begun
(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)
It was a beautiful morning,
An ordinary day,
The sun dancing
in the blue sky,
Its light kissing dew off
from the grass.
Nature stood unburdened
by the weight of night,
The lake lay still,
as if learning how not to move,
Another quiet day of swim lessons.
I was a fearless cygnet
in the presence of a pen,
Then, without a warning,
Night stepped in before the sun could sleep,
Before the lessons could begin,
Clouds gathered like unspoken warnings,
Lightning tore through the sky
as if it remembered something forgotten,
Peace left as if it was never there.
My hope folded quietly inward,
and sank deep without a sound,
I tried to hold on to the spark of light,
But the world turned unfamiliar,
Cold wind pressed against my skin,
silence pressed against my chest,
Sorrow moved through my sobbing,
Tears tracing my face like tributaries,
Something inside me loosened.
Grief arrived uninvited,
It kicked my door down,
Sat to my chest like a
stranger who knew my name,
and I stopped resisting it,
I allowed it pass through me.
Now the sky has healed itself,
The sun still rises and dances,
The world still remains round,
The lake still lies still,
But pain have not change it color.
The cygnet moves through deeper
water now,
learning strokes without guidance,
circling where a shadow used to be,
Water reflects quite isolation,
My guardian angel is no longer here.
The wind moves
It moves in many ways
How it moves
Like exotic scents of purple lavender
wafting 'neath a harvest sun
and the rise of sour yeast
inside a fresh baked currant bun
It moves like a vernal tea-rose
pollinated by wild bees
in forging threesome
or wood-trush wings
rustled through leaves
in a symphonic rainfall season
It moves like the early breath
of a newly hatched cygnet
It moves mysteriously
like a spinning moon
orbiting my little world
Like descending mist
veiling pearled dawn's birth
The wind moves
It moves in many ways
Like a half -bare shoulder
slipping through your embrace
Like starlit kisses
upon the melanchonic lines of your face
The wind moves
The wind moves in many ways
How it moves
Just like us
Just like me
Just like you
I was born one day with the glistening sun.
Mom says I am her baby and I have a name;
One of twelve called Cygnet born amongst leaves,
Dad has taught me how to swim and in two days I could.
I am not much to look at right now,
But one day I will be a majestic trumpeter swan;
With white elegant plumage, powerful and graceful,
All day we drift on a slow, undisturbed wetland marsh.
Mom and Dad showed me how to submerge.
I love to eat underwater plants and small fish;
Life so far has been peaceful but one day I will fly.
I weep when I think of leaving my beloved swan family;
Silently we float along in harmony and love,
But I am just a little baby dreaming in the nest;
Just a baby who loves his truly beautiful Mom and Dad.
Oh, and I love my siblings too and the other drifting swans.
_______________________
May 9, 2015
Poetry/Personification/I am a Swan
Copyright Protected, ID 05-671-642-09
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Swan meaning - true beauty, power of self, love, grace
Written for the Standard contest, Picture Yourself a Bird,
sponsor, Andrea Dietrich, Judged 2015
Fifth Place