Red Maliz Ong
Maliz Ong

The world was washed in a crimson red light

Majestic falcon flew over with graceful wings

First over the plains of golden barley stalks

The want of food was not his current motive or rite


The river had called out with perfect clarity

Naked in its Winter coldness with ice forming

Something about the sounds of early morning

Stirred a longing inside the mighty raptors verity


© Carol Campbell 2015

The Sunday Whirl
The Sunday Whirl

The Prompt:

Wordle 227
Wordle 227

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Published by: writersdream9

I have been writing all my life but for the most part, it has been a secret. My parents did not believe writing was a good way to earn money so I hid my poems. Then one day, I wanted to comment on an essay that a friend had written and found myself with a blog. That quiet whisper inside said, "You can write your poetry and no one will ever know.". I knew nothing of followers and the like at that time. So, here I am trying to learn my craft and enjoying every moment of it. My personal details are, I'm 57, married for 39 years, have one grown son who is God's gift to us and last but not least at all, I'm a Baha'i which basically means that I love all humanity.

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17 thoughts on “Red”

  1. Bravo Carol you’ve painted a vivid picture here … and one wonders what has caused the longing in the falcon’s soul … I enjoyed reading and speculating about your lovely poem.

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