flighty

flighty

A Poem by Emily B

Capricious legs landed

on the limb of the tall, tall tree.

Wayward wings spread wide

in exultation of the smiling sun.

Giddy notes warbled unsteady

fluctuating through variable air.

Impetuous heart lifted--

uncertain--

on the wild wind.

But it wasn't a compliment,

was it?

© 2011 Emily B


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You have such a way with words. And such a talent for packing so much meaning into so few words. "Impetuous heart lifted-- uncertain-- on the wild wind." Absolutely beautiful! What a feeling it would be to fly... your beautiful descriptions paint the picture and help me to imagine what it would feel like.

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"in exultation of the smiling sun"...I often hate morning birds because they exult what I adhor, an early start. Here you've captured that majesty brilliantly. I will think about differently tomorrow morning.

viva la

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You use some of my favorite words in the poem: capricious, wayward, impetuous! Nicely written and I love that you never mention the bird but let the descriptive words speak instead.

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love that title and this piece...you talent is shining...excellently done..

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You have such a way with words. And such a talent for packing so much meaning into so few words. "Impetuous heart lifted-- uncertain-- on the wild wind." Absolutely beautiful! What a feeling it would be to fly... your beautiful descriptions paint the picture and help me to imagine what it would feel like.

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what beautiful descriptions. also, this poem could mean many things, to me.

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Emily B

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