Ronovan’s word choice inspired geese haiku. I know haiku aren’t supposed to rhyme, but the last one does. So, shoot me.
Through eye of the storm,
geese fly the buffeting wind
till they fade from sight.
Bright dusk fades to night,
geese fight through gathering clouds,
grey feathered arrows.
Eye bright, feather light,
all the colours of the night
fade to grey, goose flight.
I LOVE the last one. So lovely to see with the mind’s eye.
Thank you, Lizl, I’m glad you like that one. It just slipped out, so I thought, why not?
the last three lines were insanely good!
I’m glad you like it—I broke one of the sacrosanct haiku rules and made it rhyme.
I know! I was proud of you! As I know you are quite rule-bound and yet …. well it was a good choice to break the rule in this instance (and to think, I don’t much care for rhyme poetry and I loved this one so there!)
I’m sure we all use rhymes in our head even when we say we don’t like rhyming poetry. It’s one of the ‘tricks’ of language, and there’s something about a rhyming story that is so satisfying.
Yes you are right, I use accidental rhyme a lot … I think I am beginning to appreciate a wider circle of styles but I have to say your dramatic pieces get me cliff-edgey I love that about them
That’s a real compliment—thank you!
I promise one day not to (compliment you) (fingers crossed behind back) (grins)
oh so beautiful!
Thank you 🙂
you’re welcome!