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.

Canada Geese

Autumn’s
goodbye

fresh
as
spring

high
in
the
twilight

riding
on
each
other’s
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.

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Copyright © 2017 by Danny P. Barbare.