Owl.
An owl takes wing,
Shudders at what it sees,
Rests on the shoulder
Of Minerva, begs her
To bless with wise counsel
The world-weary,
The battle-worn,
All who have lost
Sight of terra firma,
As well as firmament...
An owl takes wing,
Shudders at what it sees,
Rests on the shoulder
Of Minerva, begs her
To bless with wise counsel
The world-weary,
The battle-worn,
All who have lost
Sight of terra firma,
As well as firmament...
Your poetry has a lot of depth. Marla
Thu 19th Sep 2024 14:53
Thank you, Uilleam, you are definitely not alone in that! 🌷
Thanks Holden.
I think I sometimes might be one of those
"All who have lost
Sight of terra firma,"
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Holden Moncrieff
Mon 16th Dec 2024 11:25
Thank you so much, Marla, that's very kind of you! 😊