Thursday, October 23, 2014

Poetry Friday: Fly South!


Several years ago, I lived across the street from a community pond.  It was a popular rest stop for geese.  I would often wake up to the sound of them honking their way to warmer climates. I loved watching them fly over my house as I imagined the teamwork involved in such a long flight. The memory of them inspired this tanka.
 
 
 

 
               Fly South

Fly south geese go— soon
        the earth will be covered in
               ice and snow—it’s time
                      to leave for warmer winds so
                               go—before winter begins.
                                                                           
                                                                              -Linda Kulp Trout , all rights reserved.
             
 
Last Sunday, my husband and I went in search of autumn. The air was crisp, the sky was bright blue, and the trees were at their peak.  We didn’t see any geese, but we did see a gorgeous lake.  This picture isn't very good, but it helps me remember our early morning walk and this beautiful autumn scene.





Be sure to stop by Merely Day by Day where Cathy is hosting this week's Poetry Friday!

8 comments:

  1. Very nice, Linda! I like the way you have the poem laid out--it reminds the reader of a vee of geese.

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    1. Thanks, Diane. I hope I get to see a flock fly over this autumn!

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  2. Well done with your shape poem, Linda! Your line breaks add a wonderful dimension.

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    1. Thank you, Michelle. It was a fun poem to write.

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  3. I enjoyed the urgency in this piece, Linda--and enjoyed the reminder that some very inexperienced kindergarteners successfully added geese to their lexicons with me this week!

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  4. Linda,
    Your tanka was an enjoyable read with perfect rhythms and carefully selected words. The shape of it brought to mind a group of geese in flight soaring just under the gray-blue sky.

    Cathy

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  5. Your geese poem is perfect, Linda! I can practically hear the honking. =)

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  6. You captured the geese as if mid-flight!

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