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First Flight

First Flight of a Duckling
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Time strikes opportune,
Wings, rusted for long,
Shall now know the wind's tune,
Even before I take the dive,
I feel the air,
I ride!

A leap of faith,
Cause my eyes cannot see,
An assuring ground below,
My wings shake, mind fret, yet
I trust!

I feel my beaks cutting through,
The air is cold,
The descent; indecent,
The trust; in vain?
I wait.

I spread my wings,
It send shivers,
I gasp for a breath and flap,
I close my eyes,
Cause I cant handle the sight,
And with a strange and easy rhythm,
I fly!

Comments

  1. J Cosmo Newbery9 July 2013 at 22:59

    Oh, I feared you wouldn't make it! The one in the photo looks destined to do a wheels-up, belly-landing.

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  2. alan17049 July 2013 at 23:19

    I spread my wings, it sends shivers - Great image and lovely words. Flying is by faith. Well done

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  3. Brian Miller10 July 2013 at 03:32

    you know that first plunge has to be quite a ride...and imagine the fear they have to get over and wondering if they will make it...or is it just instinct....hmm....as alan says i imagine there is a little faith in there...smiles

    my poetry jam poem

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  4. Mary10 July 2013 at 03:36

    You have captured the feelings of the first jump. I really can imagine from your words how frightening it must be. Definitely a leap of faith. Well expressed.

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  5. Laurie Kolp10 July 2013 at 06:28

    Love your point of view... and how nice it is to take that leap of faith and fly.

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  6. Jennifer Wagner10 July 2013 at 13:32

    I read this with a smile! Wonderful and I enjoyed that photo too.

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  7. Sherry Blue Sky10 July 2013 at 16:23

    I LOVE the photo, and that you speak in the bird's voice. Adorable!

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  8. Helen10 July 2013 at 16:50

    I simply cannot get over the image ... your poem is also amazing.

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  9. kelvin s.m.11 July 2013 at 07:16

    ...trust --- that's all we need to make everything work... well done... thanks for sharing... smiles...

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  10. Sarav12 July 2013 at 06:56

    I love your take on the prompt writing in the bird's voice--that is an amazing sight to see those ducklings throw themselves out of the nest--a true act of trust (or instinct) :-) Wonderful poem!

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  11. Anand S Unni13 July 2013 at 13:15

    Thanks to all. A bit busy. Will catch up with you poems soon.

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