Soaring By

Geese at Red Bank Battlefield ©️Merril D. Smith, 2021

Honks and feather-whoosh,
the hushed-brush of wing-flutter,
as V for victory, or
peace—to fly unfettered,
seeing blue of sky and river.

For dVerse a type of poetry called a Wayra. It’s a poem of 5 lines, syllabic, 5-7-7-6-8, and unrhymed.

72 thoughts on “Soaring By

  1. This is absolutely stunning, Merril 😀 I so love the use of onomatopoeia here and can truly hear the “feather whoosh.”💝💝

  2. I would love to see a flying formation of swans. Snow geese is as close as we get. hear the honking but not the whoosh, but I can imagine it thanks to you.

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