Fluttering softly are the feathers of the fantail, He loses them as they catch on trees. One day there may be none left and he will be stripped of his beauty, but not of his grace.
Thursday, June 4, 2020
My Concrete Poem
Here is my poem of the week. a concrete poem. I decided to do one of a fantail/piwakawaka ans here is my poem. Please give me feedback on what I did wrong
if you cant read it the poem is,
Fluttering softly are the feathers of the fantail, He loses them as they catch on trees. One day there may be none left and he will be stripped of his beauty, but not of his grace.
Fluttering softly are the feathers of the fantail, He loses them as they catch on trees. One day there may be none left and he will be stripped of his beauty, but not of his grace.
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Wow, that's a great poem Bluebell. Quite poignant.
ReplyDeleteYour poem made me feel sad Bluebell, sad to think that my favourite bird the cheerful, cheeky, flitting fantail of my childhood might be lost to us if we don’t clean up our act and take more care of it’s environment.
ReplyDeleteWe had one in our garden the other day, when did you last have one flittering and darting round and scolding you as you walked through the Bush?
Hi Jane. I think the last time I saw a fantail was in my garden. They like it there because we have a huge palm tree that they like to sit in.
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