Feathers in the wind take no lead
Gently fall on worn and tired dogs
Who pay no mind as to where are
Unsuspecting birds in flight, a very
Quiet kiss stirs memories of when they did outsmart
Dversepoets.com the prompt is a golden shovel. Take the line of a poem and use the words in order, each as the last line of your poem. ( I know I could have said that better). This one more a challenge for me, so I stuck with the dogs.
The line I chose is “Lead dogs are very smart”
Oh, I love those two final lines. This poem is brilliant!
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Always so kind with your words. Thank you Lucy! I like the feather as a kiss too.
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Good write Mary! Tired dogs indeed! Chasing fallen birds is hard work!
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Thanks Dwight. So far no one has buried it with a shovel!
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:>)
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That gentle feather falls like a kiss itself. I love a golden shovel – I think you keep something of the sentence, but take it somewhere else. I felt the tiredness and the affection for the dogs.
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Thanks Sarah. I wasn’t sure about this. First Golden shovel for me.
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Shovel-wonderful. Your outstanding work gives me impetus to try one for myself. Thanks.
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Thank you so much! Please do!
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Excellent writing Mary.
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Thank you!
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A retired hunter and tired dog sound very peaceful to me. Smiles.
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Sounds good to me too. Thank you!
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I am so happy for the birds here… maybe it’s better not to hunt but just to enjoy the landscape
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I agree!
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A most stunning golden shovel poem, Mary! 😍
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