OMENS
O’er wintry land bare trees now sway
On wing above, black birds traverse
Occluded skies of baleful grey
Outspreading wings imparting curse
Yet outcomes told by prescient sense
With omens of dark consequence
May be belied restoring sight
Of hope; see yon horizon bright
[Poem in 8x8 form]
Submitted to:-
Contest: Unrest of Spirit
Sponsor: Julia Ward
22 November 2018
Categories:
outspreading, life,
Form: Rhyme
OMEN
O’er wintry land bare trees now sway
On wing above, black birds traverse
Occluded skies of baleful grey
Outspreading wings impart a curse
Omen of darkest consequence
Outcomes perceived by prescient sense
Oppress the spirit, damn the day
Categories:
outspreading, dark,
Form: Verse
inspired by “Farewell,” a digital image by Sara G. Umemoto
I fledged you from my open hand –
feathers becoming wings
outspreading. How
do you teach yourself to fly?
I feel your breath and pulse against
my palm. How could I
hold you? You
disappear into sheer blue sky.
Categories:
outspreading, nature,
Form: Verse