Wednesday, June 1, 2011
all you inkblots,
light tonight in treetops,
dream deep of sun, rain, rushing wind;
next morning, sing the sun into the sky.
Course plotted in your lineage,
rise up, Icarus-like
beak, claw, feather
This is for Sunday Scribblings, where they give a weekly writing prompt. Also, this poem is a form poem called Rictameter, characterzed by a specific syllable count per line: 2-4-6-8-10-8-6-4-2, with the same first and last word.
And here is a little riddle for all you naturalists:
Q - Why is it that when birds fly in a 'V' formation one side is always longer than the other?
A - Because there are more birds on that side!