Poetry Porch: Poetry


THREE POEMS
by Danny P. Barbare

     for my brother

I have rarely flown on an airplane. But my brother was a loadmaster on a C-5A, one of the largest airplanes in the world. He never did make it to becoming a pilot. But he always loved airplanes, flying on the traffic helicopters, taking lessons, any time he had the chance. Civil Air Patrol. Going to the airport. I think he half drove me crazy. I just stayed on the ground and wrote about birds.

The Falcon

Brown
feathered
clouds

perched
on
a
wire
of
sun

that
shines
like
talons
and
bill

as
the
forever
eyes
rule
the
landscape.

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Canada Geese

Autumnís
goodbye

fresh
as
spring

high
in
the
twilight

riding
on
each
otherís
wings

honking
in
the
silhouette.




The Tiny Bird

The hummingbird is quick
    as a flitter
can stop in a hover
    the greenness of the
   flower
is never there
only the sweet, sweet sip of
    nectar.


Copyright © 2017 by Danny P. Barbare.