Daily poem: August stanza 22


Sea beckons,

so far, so empty,

with no landing place for feathered foot.

I watch these tiny darts of courage,

swallows skimming the river,

hunters building strength

for the so far, so empty,

and I am filled with awe.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

18 thoughts on “Daily poem: August stanza 22”

  1. This is a beautiful Stanza, and boy are those birds heroic๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ
    By the way, I went for an upbeat Florescence today ( as you requested ๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ’œ)

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