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Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Flight


Like wings of a dove
Lifting to unending skies
Bound at last for home.

Petrina Lesko
December 2010

I am linking this short Haiku to One Shot Wednesday where you can find many poems by many others.  They accept all types of poetry from anyone.

17 comments:

Dulce said...

Going back home can be like that oh yes
Love this!

Claudia said...

this makes me feel homesick in a way - wow - you managed to pack the longing for the skies and the need for security into this few syllables

Claudia said...

btw - there seem to be no english word for the german "Geborgenheit" - that's what your haiku makes me feel for - the only word the translator suggested was security - but Geborgenheit is much more than this - it's feeling at home, safe, well cared for, loved, protected...

Kerry O'Connor said...

All journeys of body or soul, always end at one's own front door.

LauraX said...

sweet longing and hope...may they carry you to your destination safely.

dustus said...

The L alliteration in your haiku adds a nice uplifting feel to the image of flight.

Monkey Man said...

Great flow and feel.

Carrie Burtt said...

This takes my thoughts to flight of home....this is perfect for the season...Happy New Year! :-)

Teresa said...

How wonderful! There's nothing like going home.

moondustwriter said...

Ahhh that flight toward home. Great words creating anticipation

Thanks for sharing with One Shot

Moonies Smiles

Myrna R. said...

Home, heart, spirit - may we all rest in their comfort. Such a simple haiku, but it evoked deep feelings. Thanks.

hedgewitch said...

Lovely and expressive, perhaps more so because it uses so few words. A pleasure to read it, thanks.

flaubert said...

Nicely said Petrina.
Happy New Year to you.
Pamela

Sumit Sarkar said...

Wonderful work...
"lifting to unending skies"...
I love it..

Happy New Year :)

AleMaho said...

Wow! So short, but so beautiful.
Proves that a poem is not determined by the length, but by the strength in it's words!
And thanks for stopping by at my ThursdayTales post!

Cheers~

Steve Isaak said...

this is the kind of poetry that I like - no filler, all quiet thriller.

InkDoesFlow said...

This poem almost feels like a breath of fresh air. It captures the very essence of longing for comfort and home with just a few words. Every word in a poem should be purposeful and important, and you have done that here. Thank you!