Rudiments Poems - Poems about Rudiments

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I loved you …

like water -
dove, swam, immersed
drowned

like breath
out, in, saturated
gasping

unseen
but essential
impalpable, yet vital

my sea -
deep, boundless, capricious
blue … terrifying

my sky -
vast, moody, dazzling
blue … and dark

you … were my
element - oxygen for my fire
breeze to kiss my cheek

a stream to
cool … and christen
the expanse to cast my sails upon

you …
were my aliment -
manna from

The Rudiments of Wings - 2

Holy prayers
Shine light from above
Sacred grace
Falling soft on the heart
As angels fly
Wings breathing satisfaction

Heavenly promises
Sing silent and warm
Throbbing revelations
Coloring the spirit
In a vision of sweet joy
As angels smile
Wings beckoning, fearless

Beautiful feelings
Bound in faith
Pour over the spirit
Who knows the way
To glory, love
Is found in the One
Who angels
Call upon with dreams
Wings vibrating, peace

Like a stardust wonder
Faith silences

Rudiments of Wings

As a grey dove, nestlings are taught
     The Basic Rudiments of Wings:
if one falls, it cannot be caught
     First, learn to fly, then how to sing.
A perfect lesson elders bring.
     A human babe, on other hand,
is often caught before he stands.
  

The Rudiments of Wings

For holding things, two arms have we -
two arms with hands with which we have been blessed.
Two only – we’ve no need of three.
Two arms to reach with or to cross beneath our chest,
and in two arms of someone special we can be caressed.

Although with our two arms we can reach out,
some things we cannot

The Rudiments of Wings

THE RUDIMENTS OF WINGS

Barely stubs,
these soul nodules, 
not yet protruding the surface,
still part of the wormlike me.
The force of metamorphosis 
thrusts hard against filmy chrysalis;
meconium pulses, dilating miniscule veins.
The terror of change soon will cease,
bring release,
to the rudiments of wings.

February 24, 2022

The Rudiments of Wings

Nurtured by love and parents’ guidance, 
Grown under the canopy of God’s wisdom;
Midst material deprivation and indigence,
He spread his wings far for an ambition.

Hugging each day’s sunshine, rains and storms,
With all fervor prayers flapping fast to heaven;
By his unwavering sacrifices and determinations,
Finally got his star… settled down all at haven.


Feb. 24,2022   2:50pm





This or

The Rudiments of Wings

From predawn birth, you dwell alone,
Preferring deep shadowland over light.
So much easier to conceal what is shown,
Nascent ember forelimbs that daunt your sight.

With growth in undying murk, and wings in flames
In brilliant reds, yellows, golds all blazing.
Flying is hopeless with birds of other names.
Passions rage from wings, arresting, so amazing. 

Oh firebird, searing, sizzling, soaring,

Rudiments of Wings

“As I watched the seagulls, I thought, That’s the road to take; find the absolute rhythm and follow it with absolute trust.” ~ Nikos Kazantzakis

RUDIMENTS OF WINGS

O child, your seablown hollyhocks— recall
of Kilmer’s tree. So rapidly your heart
‘tis wild, carefree.

Sweet child, your cherry cheeks are mountain peaks
in Field’s gingham and calico The Feud.
You soar on

Rudiments of Wings

At dawn I gazed at the kaleidoscopic canvas, 
                                       stars still blinking,
     

The Rudiments of Wings

An empty auditorium, echoing with the voices of those long past
Life’s stage, we the characters, parsing the script in a caricature of truth
Phantoms of a thousand different productions, acts, scenes leave the frissons of their presence
We strive, strain, stretch for the higher, brighter, better, betraying verity for vanity

Etchings in dust, the drive to impact the

The Rudiments of Wings

Upon your wings, 
You soar high up,
As far as the wings can carry,
No obstruction to meander,
No obstacle to scale over,
The expanse of the sky is all that there is,
Until your feet find,
A home with the eagles,
An abode with the mighty.



February 21, 2022
The Rudiments of Wings (This or That Vol. 10 Poetry Contest)
Edward Ibe

The Rudiments of Wings

Time is exhausting…
    It lays in wait 
         to provoke you

pinches that part of you 
      that hurts most,
tears away 
       at your ambition,

laughs at 
     your inability 
to

The Rudiments of Wings

Can you feel your wings?
Can you see them, do you even
Bother to wonder about what
They are for?

There, growing from your back,
Growing since then when
You looked up at the skies
And realised that humans
Are mere particles of dust
In a yet to be explained universe!

Why,
If Love is in the Air,
Then, wings are meant to be used
To fly high,

The Rudiments of Wings

ones lifetime pursuit 
            mind and heart are in dispute 
                     faith not absolute
          

The Rudiments of Wings

 
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