faerybeki
faerybeki
Aug 26, 2011

Sunset

Poem Body

Eight-thirty pm,
the whole sky to himself,
a bird flies home.

About This Poem

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Country/Region: GBR

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Comments

faerybeki

Thank you guys :)) was considering swapping the title and the first line around? would love to hear your thoughts... might just do it... can always swap them back :) love to you both xxx

Roscoe Lane

I love the idea of swapping the title and first line, but either way it's perfect. Love Roscoe..

weirdelf

and this one works a several levels, the literal and the metaphoric. I could wite an essay about it but I'm too lazy [grins]

faerybeki

Jess, thanks for the new word, 'anathema' had to go and look it up :) and I quite like doing that. Glad you liked the haiku, it's a form I really love, did wonder about writing the full number, maybe it's me who is lazy lol, will edit now :) thanks again, much love xxx

R

raj

13 years 8 months ago

both homecoming and evening captured so intrinsically well in this haiku with lovely strokes of your poetic pen..

Geezer

Geezer

13 years 7 months ago

well done! I get the image of a lone crow, ousted by his mob, or maybe an eagle after a long day of fishing. ~ Gee

weirdelf

I find the time numbers incompatible with a birds flight,
perhaps
"at sunset"?
No. I'm wrong. You have successfully combined nature and human time. Quite an accomplishment.
Again I say, I love much said in few words, to me that is what poetry can be at its best.

Ladderwords

A visual cookie to whet the palette. I'll have to stay my hand before reaching into your bag of goodies again. Thanks for the treat!