Poetry: The Lost Migration

the morning dew is hardly rising
sunlight on the far horizon
yet in the violet murk, you spy them
wild geese beneath the northern star

the birds, they fly in no formation
scattered wings catching loose dreams
feathers falling from the seams
kiss the grass like winter’s final snow

and at their flutter, you remember
the tidings of a dark December
a solstice marred by solemn loss
of what you’d fettered to your soul

[Written for dVerse Poets’ Lost in Translation challenge.
Inspired by Desanka Maksimović’s “Migratory Birds.”]

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Bjorn Rudberg
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Bjorn Rudberg

Alas I can already feel that dark December… the birds are fleeing for a reason.

Kim M. Russell
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The rhyme patterns in this poem are beautifully lyrical, Clara, and you’ve captured the time of morning that I love in the opening stanza. The image of the ‘wild geese beneath the northern star’ is gorgeous, especially:
‘…scattered wings catching loose dreams
feathers falling from the seams
kiss the grass like winter’s final snow’.
I look forward to the dark December solstice – it’s my time of year.

Laura Bloomsbury
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love this response to Maksimović’s poem and how at the end your brought in a shadow to the scene of white geese ‘feathers falling from the seams’. Thank you for joining in

Jade Li
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great imagery here: “feathers falling from the seams
kiss the grass like winter’s final snow” I love your interpretation of the geese moving on but remembering what they are leaving behind.

Jane Dougherty
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Jane Dougherty

This is lovely, almost a song, a goose song of loss and longing.

Beverly Crawford
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You’ve set a nostalgic mood. Lovely descriptive phrases.

robtkistner
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This is beautiful Clara. That opening verse is captivating — pulled me right in!

Dwight L. Roth
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I enjoyed your take on this poem… Loved the ending…
a solstice marred by solemn loss
of what you’d fettered to your soul

lynn
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Excellent response…a mournful journey. I like how you used “fettered”, wow!

Astrid's Words
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I love the ending, it opens the symbolic meaning of their flight.