Behind winter’s soul your stature concealed
but your motion through this vaporous sky
cleaves open the mist till upon my eyes
you scatter your charm; thus with wonder filled
my senses revel and solitude yields
to every beat of your wings and my sighs.
Through diligence your unsung hardship cries
which your flight’s view acquaints me with. Like fields
that in wet chill and winter dryness stand,
your feathery body endures this cold.
Wreathed your labor shall be with garland
of fertility. Young wings shall unfold
and through season-hued skies as they ascend
the fields shall have molded lush rural gold.
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An engineer by profession, Nilotpal Sarmah’s intellectual identity has always been that of a poet’s. A day’s hectic job is topped off with some of his verses. Born in 1987 in Assam, India, her landscapes have moulded Nilotpal’s thoughts as well. He is constantly writing in the hope of seeing his words in print someday.
Tag: Bird Poem
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To a Bird Flying Through Mist by Nilotpal Sarmah
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Phoenix by Odarka Polanskyj Stockert
on the cusp of morning
a new day a new
beginningcleared of fog and snow
you rise
a phoenix
renewed and recreatedthe winds blow across your wings
ruffling you feathers
and the sleet
taps out your nameyou rise above the trees
see clearly for the first time and survey
the whole of your world
finally alight upon a
barren branchand sleep
and dream
what words
will not portray—Odarka Polanskyj Stockert is a New Jersey native poet and and long time member of South Mountain Poets. She is also a long time collaborator of the Yara Arts Group, resident at the La Mama, etc. in New York City and has performed in many Yara poetry and experimental theater events and productions. Odarka is a harpist, poet and songwriter, an engineer and inventor. She lives in Millburn, with her family. Visit her Website: http://www.myspace.com/odarkasharp.
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