Unearthing Life 16

A pigeon that was sitting on a horizontal bar,

about a yard or so below the asbestos roof,

suddenly flew over the head .

The wind that came down from

the flapping wings

hit my neck to affirm the rigour

that an avian flight goes through

when the mercury soars high !

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I wonder if the flying is worth the effort...
Reminds me of someone getting high...is the landing worth the flying?
I like where this write allowed me to go.
j.

[Anand Sehgal]

Thanks so very much Jacob. I'm glad that the write found resonance with your thoughts. As they say -"The higher the rise, the steeper is the fall" !

[Chris Shaw]

You captured this so well Anand. I could feel the speed and energy put into those wings so that avian friend could soar in the sky. So close it came too.

Chris

[Anand Sehgal]

Thanks so very much Chris. Glad that you liked it. :)

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome Anand.

[Lydia Shutter]

I could almost feel the breeze from the wings! Very good imagery. LydI*

[Anand Sehgal]

Thanks so very much Lydi. Glad that this write could connect with you ! :)

[Great Aunt Astri]

I am smiling at this! You write in a serious, descriptive manner and I get a wonderful picture of you under the pigeon's down-draught! But it also has universal implications. I think it is actually a lovely poem.

[Anand Sehgal]

Thanks so very much. Your comments are always special. :)

[Great Aunt Astri]

You are welcome