How poetic can you be? Write a short poem about what you see

Spread your feathers strut your stuff,

Show the world you are strong enough.

Upon your back golden feathers of the light,

A kiss of sunshine turning dull to bright.

© Cynthia Clark

I laid an egg

of gold and light

it burnt my ass

and everyone tried to steal it

from me

You are a peacock

Always seeking the spotlight

The truth is you’re colourless

For the light that shines within

Is dead, your soul is decayed

I’d feel sorry for you

But this is all your own doing

You’re a prisoner of your own design

Only you can use the key

To escape within

©Sheilagh Lee January 18,  2018

What is this image presented to me?

What is it that I am supposed to see?

A bright sun with glorious rays?

Perhaps that is what a quick glance says.

When I look closer, inspect and analyze.

Only then, do I start to realize.

There is a beautiful peacock, white as snow

Where did its intricate colour go?

Lost and alone, it looks at me

and yet it still seems to be happy.

So in the presence of this illusion,

I find hope, rather than seclusion

-Tamera Patenaude

At the centre of the universe their lies a bird, with feathers seared in gold.

A god may have set it there tired of their rule, hoping at last to grow old.

It’s wings tap the rhythms of our cosmos, our fates sparkle in its eye.

A benevolent guide obscured in misty time, beautiful is our bird that can’t fly.

Languorous looks absorb our choices and decisions, it seems to smile.

Or is it I... as I slowly realise this wise spirit lay within me all the while.

Love, light, life

Dance, laugh,bright,

Love is life, love is light,

Love is pure, love is bright,

Love is laugh, love is cry,

Angel, heaven, skies,

All is perfect if love is live.

I see a Phoenix made of stars

Built of memories,hidden scars

Rise oh Phoenix spread your wings

Echoes of sorrows song he sings

Aflame in essence,alive for sure

No longer broken upon the floor

His epitaph is written,Sun burst within cloud

Arise oh mighty Phoenix stand firm stand tall and proud.

Matt Earl

Majestic White Peacock

The white bird

with its delicate,

lacy, white feathers

shines a ray of hope.

Beautiful to

behold

Is this picture real

or is it fake.

pictures like that

is to easy to make.

Bright sunshine from behind

lots of pictures of that kind.

It is very pretty

that I can see

but not very real

at least not to me.

But I really like writing

about pics such as this.

Opportunities I love

especially like this.

As the Sunsets an Angel descends

A beautiful Peacock Hen

With feathers outstretched and aglow

As the night draws in she safely watches over those on earth below

Keeping us safe through the night

Until she is called to return to the heavens above

Leaving behind a glow of love