I seem always to have lived where there were a lot of birds around. As a child, one
of the favourite occupations was making paper birds, although I wasn’t very good at that,
wasn’t good at all, actually, and so I drew my birds, then cut them out and stuck them
onto card. We have a lot of birds in the garden who give us great pleasure.
PAPER BIRD
Bird,
Dancing on the air,
Paper wings
Stretched wide to catch
The morning sun.
The scent of flowers,
Tiny filaments
Caught in precise folds,
In sharp lines,
In perfection,
Touching the heart.
Paper bird,
Possessing the sky,
Your silent beauty
Grace in action.
Creator maker praying
Rough wind and storm
May never bring you down.
©2024 Gwen Grant
Poems by Gwen Grant 
Beautiful poem. 🙂
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Thank you so much, Liz.
Gwen.
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Beautiful, Gwen! This reminds me of a time when my hub and I walked on the Washington coast after a severe storm. There may be a poem in that story, so I’ll hold onto it for now. 🙂
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That sounds so exotic! Do you think firstly in poetry or in stories? Glad you liked the poem, anyway
Gwen.
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Good question! I’d have to say probably poetry, which for me comes from a broader range of inspiration. Stories for me have (so far) are fewer and have all been inspired by dreams.
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A pleasure to enjoy your verses.
Hugs.
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Thank you so much.
Gwen.
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How wonderful!
Linda xx
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Glad you liked it.
Gwen.
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