The Dive
The crisp
Summer
Morning air
That throbs
Like an overhead
Telephone wire
And covers
Hills and valleys,
Dives neatly
In it—
The tiny
B/W
Oriental Magpie Robin,
Hardly 19 centimeters long,
Its song echoing across the silent
Land,
And conveyed beyond
On the wings of the playful winds
Of the hill resort,
And the dulcet notes
Heard raptly by a wandering minstrel
In search of a solitude,
Inner and outer,
Immediately stops
In the hilly treks,
Running between
Whispering trees tall,
And smiles at it and says
To the diver from heavens:
Bird beautiful
With a mesmerizing song,
You are so light,
Yet so mighty,
Diving effortlessly
In the air,
Moving up and down,
Like an accomplished acrobat.
The upperparts black
With a streak,
And under- parts
White,
Tail upright,
Your strutting gait,
A perfect
Picture
Few can create
Except
A lovely
God.
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
Sublime.
This time, the nano-response was a bit surprising from an erudite Louis whose meta-criticism on posted poems I enjoy most—in fact, they are better than my original posts— but it was equally, well, an enlightening one, coming from an evolved mind. Thanks.
The trajectory of a bird captured with minutest detail,if I may say so.
Thanks Lokesh for right description of a bird-flight seen in a remote valley few days ago and recalled to-day morning.