Winged Hope Awakening

Swoosh, I hear wings glide
across my quiet spot near
babbling water along the creek.
I imagine
wise owls
limping along winter gray limbs
basking in first streaks of
sunlight,
collecting my vibes
gathering my pains
my joys
together for me
and sending them
to me revamped,
and wrapped with hope.
I stir out of
comfort to
face today
optimism blankets me.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - draft

About the Author

Country/Region: USA

Comments

vexations10

14 years 5 months ago

I like it

Thanks for the title. Hope it is okay for me to use it.

Roscoe Lane

14 years 5 months ago

Mind Feathering ?

I have to agree with lonnie, it is a nice poem that deserves a good title. Hope this helps in some way. Regards Roscoe.

vexations10

14 years 5 months ago

Thanks

I appreciate the suggestion. I like it but have decided to go with Winged Hope Alive. The one Lonnie suggested. Hope you understand.

Candlewitch

14 years 5 months ago

hello

wise owls
crawling along winter gray limbs

For me, the imagery of this sentence is wrong. The word in particular that bothers me is "crawling" Maybe: stepping along winter gray limps, or inching along? I mostly enjoyed this:

and sending them
to me revamped,
and wrapped with hope.
As I stir out of
comfort to
face today
optimism blankets me.

Always, Cat