Simple Verse. No.10. On Wings Poem by Valsa George
Simple Verse. No.10. On Wings
Waking up from my sleep
I felt unusually light
Wasn’t sure what had come about
But was shocked at the queer sight
In the place of my hands
Had sprouted a pair of wings
My mouth had pointed and curved like a beak
Words came out like twittering songs
My long and sturdy legs
Had turned into wire like sticks
And my toes shaped into
Sharp pointed claws
A tail had been fitted upon my back
I was covered in a plumage of brown
My body had thinned and turned so light
And on my head I had a red little crown
Feeling a strange urge to fly,
I flapped my wings and threw myself into the air
But I had a nose dive into the woods below
Never knew flying was like playing with fire
Luckily I could perch on the branch of a tree
Looking around I saw a parrot green
He said he would teach me to fly
He was at rest behind the foliage screen
He said ‘Hop.. hop from branch to branch
One step at a time will take you miles along’
One full day, religiously hopped the way I was told
The next day as I flew in rounds, he came along
Abruptly he announced, looking into the blue sky
“Oh come! On wings of joy, we’ll fly
Let us scoot over hills and skim over dales”
“Tuwee! Tuwee”, in shrill delight, we flew across the sky
The dream or rather a beginning of reality. If there`s no dream no task to be done. Dreams give us hope. The way the parrot teaches how to fly is really a way how we begin positively to learn the things. And i completely agree with Mr Pradip Chattopadhyay calling you a Bard made by God.
Your poem has so many sterling qualities. Enchantment, humor, pathos, but most of all creative inspiration. Beautiful piece.
A fine childhood fancy ending up as just a dream madam Valsa? The parrot green is handsome here and he will take you from branch to branch for ever though I doubt whether he can teach you to fly high or not. Surely he will soon be in love with you dear bird, I can feel a flutter of it. Flying across the sky you both may triumph. But don`t venture out into the scary heights at midnight. A fine poem madam... I wanted to write a different note.. that`s all
A Beautiful imagery you have created here with wonderful words. That's where the quality lies in a poem. I loved reading each lines. You have captured it very beautifully. I loved reading it.
Abruptly he announced, looking into the blue sky “Oh come! On wings of joy, we’ll fly Let us scoot over hills and skim over dales” “Tuwee! Tuwee”, in shrill delight, we flew across the sky....delightful expression. This is really a beautiful poem having dream to be a bird. Thanks for sharing.10
A beautiful poem, dreaming to become a bird shows love of beauty and nature. It's a beautiful poem I am inspired to write a poem on the birds..............10
Just read this beautiful poem of yours. What a wonderful imagination so nicely put into words! ' “Tuwee! Tuwee”, in shrill delight, we flew across the sky ' - Delighted at this new shrill, wish I could fly like you. 'One step at a time will take you miles along’ - A very inspiring line. Beautiful! Gave it a well deserved 10/10.
A lovely imagery to be on the wings. Away from the earthly things and you flew across the sky.... very nice
An unusual poem Valsa - I love birds too, but have never had a dream like this. Very inspired.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/28/2024 3:25:34 AM # 1.0.0.1119
God has made you to be a bard. much love this flight of dream.