by Peter Humphreys
to the north
the wild geese
as an open fan
a dog barks
Posted on 02/16/2006
Copyright © 2021 Peter Humphreys
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Mara Meade on 02/16/06 at 08:38 PM|
Peter, I LOVE this... the clouds brought by the whims of fate and we celebrate them regardless of whether we expected them or not! Oh, this is absolutely wonderful. It's now on my favourites list.
|Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 02/16/06 at 08:41 PM|
Wonderful Peter. When the clouds look down, what shapes do we take on? High marks!
|Posted by JD Clay on 02/17/06 at 11:26 PM|
Great last line, Peter, given that Sirius is the dog star and all.
|Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 03/18/06 at 08:38 AM|
Peter congrats on an excellent potd!
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/18/06 at 03:10 PM|
Fantastic first 6 lines begin a most creative skyward trip!! A pleasure to read! +fav
|Posted by Julie Adams on 03/21/06 at 04:26 PM|
love the form of this...allows the poem's content to take shape with it, in your word spiral...interesting how we look far, up and away, but somethow it all still comes back home...lovely read, jewels
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/21/06 at 07:41 PM|
Fun read, tangy voyage into vocabulary and flow. Congrats on hitting the top 10; well deserved!
|Posted by Meghan Helmich on 01/05/09 at 08:15 PM|
this is the kind of meaning i can grip in my fingers...all day.