and could I be mistaken for a bird?–
whirled inside an everchanging sky,
suspended ocean-bound in waves of air
and carried clear, aloft, bestirred–
a vast and overwhelming need to fly
above the trees, beyond and anywhere
like rainbows cast unanchored toward the ground
my thoughts unravel, specters drawn and spare–
I try to hold my occult gravity,
but find the words, my wings, have disappeared
without a sound
A curtal sonnet for NaPoWriMo Day 16.
K. 
This is lovely, with a rhyme and rhythm that is so lightly done I didn’t even notice it. Like a bird, or those words that evaporate like rainbows.
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Thanks Jane. That’s always what I want, for the form and poem itself to meld.
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It’s a success.
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Oh, to be mistaken for a bird…this made me sigh, in a good way!
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Gorgeous, Kerfe…
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Thanks David.
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I agree with Jane–the form and rhyme just flowed. That first line caught me!
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Thanks Merril.
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You’re welcome.
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I have sometimes thought it would be nice to be a bird and have so much freedom, Kerfe. Well done.
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Thanks Robbie.
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I want to hang with this poem for a long while, and that unanchored rainbow. Another form I want to play with; I get too intimidated by rhymes…
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Thanks Sun. I do too, but it does make you consider the words you are using in a much more careful way. In that sense, it’s good practice for all writing I think.
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Such a lovely rhythm to your words, Kerfe.
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Thanks Punam.
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