Poet Unknown

 

An ostrich feather glides across the sky

a dust of Clouds

slivers of fine strands

fluttering on the breath of God

an ethereal quill

scribbling poetry

on the blue expanse above me

words danced and stretched

on a natural tablet

long linear strokes

distorting

leaving

snippets behind

stuttered codes of the unknown

dispersed into the world

then taken by the wind

 

 

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16 thoughts on “Poet Unknown

  1. smiles…i find comfort in there being a great writer out there writing poetry daily…and us getting to a part of it….kinda funny they would use a quill from a flightless bird too…but that make sense…smiles.

  2. I’ll never look at clouds in the same way again 🙂
    Now i shall have to try and ‘read’ them to see if there is a message inside.

  3. Di, this is so lovely. You’ve shared a perfect visual delight with us. No ostriches here but when I was a little girl my grandfather used to take me to see them at an Ostrich farm (in So. California). You brought back a happy memory.

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