Poem 33: Take flight

(The poetic form selected for this month is the ghazal, and this is the last one for the time being!)

Godwits wade, and in late summer light, take flight.
Gulls on beaches, crowds in black and white, take flight.

Old owls wake at dusk and opening wide each eye
(Stealthy phantom hunters of the night) take flight.

Nectar-feeding bellbirds in white blossom trees,
Hearing gravel footsteps near, take fright, take flight.

Raptors rip apart a captured careless hare;
Falcon, eagle, vulture, hawk and kite, take flight.

Ducks waddle in a hapless clumsy manner,
But unmindful of their shuffling plight, take flight.

Dodos without wings were stuck upon the ground;
Bruce’s blogging friends, with visions bright, take flight.

13 thoughts on “Poem 33: Take flight

  1. umashankar

    This one is packed with vivid innate rhymes and imagery. The symbolism of flight is powerful. The maqta is humorous to say the least and if you look around you will find another rather stolid dodo glued to the land next to you. This must not be the end of this beautiful form. You must write many more in the days to come.

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