On a Wire…swaying

On a Wire...swaying
On a Wire…swaying

Twenty five pigeons, sitting on a wire,
plump feathered balls, swaying,
tails dipping in contiguous balance,
like erratic oars, paddling air,
and some preen while others sigh,
sun drenched against an azure sky.

What thoughts arrive, sitting in a row,
feather to feather, colors a glow,
are they waiting for someone to make a move,
that wire gently swaying,
nudged by a silent breeze,
or are they contemplating the space time continuum?

Dark eyes flashing, ever vigilant,
until a truck passes by,
and in one feathered floury, they take to the air,
wings thrashing, a mass of movement,
grays embroidered onto that vast open blue,
until they settle once again, on that wire.

Twenty five pigeons, sitting on a wire,
swaying, rocking, tails paddling,
until they settle, feather to feather.
I wonder what they’re thinking,
preening, sighing, cooing plump balls,
under a nurturing sun, an open sky,
in freedom.

Tony DeLorger © 2017

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Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au videos on YouTube and book sales on website thoughtsforabeautifulmind.com, Amazon and digitalprintaustralia.com.au/bookstore

6 thoughts on “On a Wire…swaying

  • July 28, 2017 at 10:11 AM

    I can hear that sound of a flurry of wings and their cooing as they settle back down on the wire. Kind of seems like life, doesn’t it? All is as it should be then a sudden distraction or disruption sends us into a sudden flight till all is calm again. I like this verse, Tony. It is vivid imagery. Well done.

    • July 28, 2017 at 6:13 PM

      Thanks Phyllis, it is like life actually, and that thread exists between all living things, those undulations. Pleased you enjoyed it Phyllis, and appreciated your kind comment. Cheers!

  • July 28, 2017 at 1:07 PM

    I could see them cooing, preening and swinging under the azure sky. A mass of birds on a wire. They may be thinking, lets not head to the Bronx railing balconies because me may become someone’s pigeon stew;-) nicely rhymed and fun verse Tony. Cheers

  • July 28, 2017 at 6:15 PM

    Thanks Vincent. I have a neighbor who keeps pigeons and they spend their day siting on a wire and taking flight each time a car goes by. I love it, used to have pigeons when I was a kid. Cheers!

  • July 29, 2017 at 10:04 AM

    Very perceptive and insightful; incredible attention on every minute detail. It must be a wonderous experience being inside your head, Tony!

    “On a Wire…Swaying” gives me such a unique experience of living for a few moments through your highly-sensitive and acute awareness. It truly is a privilege to read your poetry.

    Thank you for being who you are.

  • July 30, 2017 at 9:32 PM

    Thank you Tamara, your kind words are very much appreciated. Glad you enjoyed this simple piece. Its the small things in life that enliven our souls to understand more of this dream we call life. Take care.


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