Flight
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From the corner of the clouds
they came,
scrambled at first
without reason or pattern, just a will.
They cut through the whiteness
exposing the grey,
The most powerful wailing from the sky
fighting with each other for a place,
Correctness beginning to form.
Inescapable.
Yelling at the ground as they search for direction
higher, faster, correcting, back again.
And at just the moment
the wind blows a speck of white to the earth,
The leader takes point.
The arrow is drawn.
Silence in purpose.
And all wings fly in time.
Andrea Vasile
Growing up in Ottawa and New Jersey, Andrea is greatly inspired by nature and the ever-changing city. She has written ever since she won a contest for Valentine’s poetry in The Ottawa Journal in 1979. Andrea found continued success in publications such as Clevermag, Turbula, Jones Ave, and Ascent Aspirations, and most recently in The Basil O’Flarhety, Feminist Voice, and Event Horizon Literary Magazine Issue 9. Andrea received a third-place honour from the Poet Laureate of Ottawa. She finds our world changing in many puzzling and curious ways and feels the need to speak out and also to remind us of the goodness we challenge for.
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3 Comments
Loved it.
As I’m sitting here in our camper staring at the near dark skies, a flock of ducks fly by.
That’s wonderful! Thank you for sharing your connection to this beautiful poem by Andrea!
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