Suppose a man wants to travel
home to see his mother—
so as his plane lifts him away,
she would not be there to see him off;
he can only imagine her handkerchief
waving, becoming smaller
and smaller until she becomes
as anonymous as a field of poppies
he is passing over on the way
to seeing her.
And suppose, while flying home alone,
he learns of her unexpected death,
this news rising as a flock of starlings
might with a pure and sudden sadness.
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Re: Fly Away
Wonderful metaphor, and wonderful weaving of images.
The melding to the scattered image of the nameless graves [deaths, forgotten lives] of WWI is masterful.
Last line -- pure but sudden >> pure and sudden -- just a thought.
I love this poem.
T
The melding to the scattered image of the nameless graves [deaths, forgotten lives] of WWI is masterful.
Last line -- pure but sudden >> pure and sudden -- just a thought.
I love this poem.
T
Re: Fly Away
I like the "and" suggestion. Smoother. Thank you.Tracy Mitchell wrote: ↑Fri May 11, 2018 11:48 amWonderful metaphor, and wonderful weaving of images.
The melding to the scattered image of the nameless graves [deaths, forgotten lives] of WWI is masterful.
Last line -- pure but sudden >> pure and sudden -- just a thought.
I love this poem.
T