Swans Poems

Where Do the Broken Swans Go?

Where do the broken swans go, when lakes forget their name?
Do stars still sing for feathers torn, or whisper them in shame?
The moon once kissed their wings with light, now hides behind the veil,
As silence grows in sacred throats, too soft, too bruised to wail.

O mortal hearts, ye chase the gold, and mock the voice

LAKELAND DANCES WITH SWANS

EVERY MORNING I AWAKEN TO THE MAJESTIC BEAUTY THE BRILLANT PRESENCE OF THE BLACK SWAN BATHING IN THE RISING SUN SHE SWIM SO GRACEFULLY WHILE APPROACHING THE SIDES OF THE LAKE WHILE MY HUSBAND AND I PLACE THE BOOTS ON THE GROUND FOR THE FLORIDA'S FALLEN HAND IN HAND CROSSES AND AMERICAN FLAGS LINE THE

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Swans and Snakes

A million dollars will shut a thousand mouths
forever seal black books 
seed a million clouds
place bodies in swamps
and swaying from meat hooks
and far- far underground. 
A billion dollars can by a million souls
denature the fabric of the globe
chase hope and faith down the rabbit hole.
A billion dollars will promptly end investigation
turn the lake of truth

River Of Swans

Visual# 1

Where river bends on waves which sweep
The air rustling mild, I can see
Swans waltzing as dusk gloams to peep
Where river bends

Dressed in lace, how svelte they can be
While night shadows begin to creep,
Birds of grace prancing near each tree.

Bathed by mist, don't they fall asleep?
With zig-zag dance,  on eve's marquee,
Plumes winging till morn...so

Ways Of Not Arriving

My mind drifts loose 
into the moving art framed by train window.
Houses in the field glitch by— 
brick red roofs and windows
that hold sunset across the champaign.
I wonder what it’s like to live
in that world, where you
wake and rest with the sun.

My gaze drifts to clouds
light as swan feathers.
Their dance—effortless, unrepentant 
as the sunset dyes

A Pond's Melody

                                             A Pond's Melody

       

the swans

 
the trees are hued green
and woodland paths are leaf scattered
twilight touches the water
to mirror the trees and sky
upon gentle ripples
among shore reeds
a group of white swans gather
         then
all of a sudden
they rise up
on boisterous wings
above my head
mate by mate
then, calmly they settle
in the distance
to drift on

Swans

Silently they glide past,
submerged feet not breaking
surface of serene stream.
Strident honk by life-mate—
state protected King’s game.
Some black swan events are*
smoothed over by hindsight.

Swans

 

Swans float on the park pond,
serene, quiet, graceful,
sipping the clear water.
Sun glistens on trees as
scents of autumn drift with
scenes of swans to view; oh 
sweet blessed October day !

Swans

Smart with their slender necks
Swim and stay mostly in
Serene settled water
Sublime stance paid as they
Stand for grace and beauty
Scaffold sky and sea;they
Sever milk and water

Swans

Swans 

Shimmering in the sun, 
silky skin glides pale ponds. 
Secrets spoken to ears, 
salty tears leave frail eyes.
Soft air swirls the boat’s sails.
Serene pictures of us,
slumbering at faint dusk.

Swans

Symbols of purity
synonymous with love,
swans are monogamous.
Selective pairs dip heads
silently conversing;
swimming in perfect sync,
signifying their bond.

THIS QUILT

THIS QUILT

This quilt a kaleidoscope of 
corduroy colours  
a struggle to even 
out lucid lovers 
cotton wool lies in 
bumpity flats
I unravel thread
just like that cat !

Stitches are too loose or tight
corners say alright, so blight
while mantras race in light
“THE GRACE OF 
IMPERFECTION TIGHT ” !

So like my country of carnivals 
which takes too

Swans

Swans steam across the lake.
Streaming in, heads held high.
Strung out in single file.
Stippling surface with wakes.
Signaling flock to join.
Sensing storm clouds brewing,
Shuddering storm ahead.

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