The prompt is to use a line from another poet's work as a springboard. I kept trying to use something less familiar, but just kept circling back to "Hope is a thing with feathers."by Emily Dickenson.
Feathered Hope
Hope is a thing with feathers.
I memorized when I was five.
Hope is a thing with feathers.
She lived alone in her garden.
Hope is a thing with feathers.
Maybe she was as lonely as I.
Hope is a thing with feathers.
Words flutter between my eyes.
Hope is a thing with feathers.
Maybe I can fly poems too.
Hope is a thing with feathers.
Hope is a thing with feathers.
Beautiful. And yes, you CAN fly poems, specially ones like this.
ReplyDeleteOnce our imagination takes flight there are no boundaries!
ReplyDelete'Maybe I can fly poems too.'
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely line.
I can tell hope with feathers gives you moments of glee, Victoria. Yes, you can FLY poems!
ReplyDeleteHope is a thing with coloured feathers, Victoria.Fly on by!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comments all - fun to wake up to, especially after staying up too late writing poems!
ReplyDeleteA wonderful and sensitive poem, Victoria! Beautifully expressed.
ReplyDeleteYou certainly soared with this one! Lovely!
ReplyDeleteIt's a lovely line worthy of oft repetition!
ReplyDeleteGreat pick for a prompt, I love that poem and you definitely did it justice. Good job.
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