For The Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle #175
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stutter, cliff, rickety, bones, cart, absence
rift, flight, longing, sustain, baffles, language
Flight of Fancy
Dried bits of bone stutter
in grumbling guttural
language with every
movement of the rickety cart
as it is pulled painstakingly
up path leading to the cliff
edge by equally old, weary donkey.
In absence of logical reason,
imagination creates baffling
image of two eagles longing
to sustain, even in death, flight
over ancient rift that used to be
home.
Elizabeth Crawford 8/24/14
you’ve used all the words so effortlessly..wow…could visualize the scene…
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That bond between donkey and man.. If you get hold of a reading of Platero y oy (I have only listened to it in Swedish) – it’s a wonderful prose poem telling a similar story..
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I think it would have been easier for the eagle than the donkey!
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interesting…there is a trust there in the surefootedness of the donkey…
cool image that tells much of their relationship there in the end…
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I would guess eagles would continue to soar until the end of their lives. Humans should follow their example!
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At home in a rift is an interesting concept. I suspect that many of us would be more content with our lives if we could accept with grace the ancient rifts into which we have somehow fallen, and quit fighting against the inevitable.
An Ernest Whirl
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Beautiful!
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That last stanza. Amazing
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There is a haunting quality to this piece for me–beautifully done!
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the poor donkey i feel sad for the old creature!!
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the imagery your poem evokes is one that I so want to see one day…nicely expressed.
Jamztoma
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I love this one!!!!!
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I relate with sympathy to the old weary donkey – and love the uplifting image of the eagles that follows…..
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Great imagery.
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