The early bird prompt challenges to write a poem about a favorite bird. This is a free verse Puente as a socially isolated wild turkey during the COVID-19 pandemic.
Since the third this year
my friends pranced into hiding
in the far fields of isolation.
~a place where whistling reaches not~
and I gobble from atop my tree
hoping to reassemble the flocks
into the soul of our old wilder life.
Copyright © 2020, Gloria D. Gonsalves. All rights reserved.
Namratha VaradharajanMarch 31, 2020 - 3:36 pm ·
I gave up trying to make an intelligent comment. All I can say is I know how you feel in this isolation!
GloriaMarch 31, 2020 - 4:04 pm ·
I am grateful that my envisioning came through. Thank you for reading.
Elizabeth BoquetMarch 31, 2020 - 4:17 pm ·
As one of the flock, I’d like to thank you for gathering us in your poem.
GloriaMarch 31, 2020 - 9:55 pm ·
I am delighted you heard my turkey call, Elizabeth.
Ken GierkeMarch 31, 2020 - 8:33 pm ·
This is an excellent comment on the times, and the form works well for your thoughts.
GloriaMarch 31, 2020 - 10:00 pm ·
Thank you for stopping by, Ken. Let’s keep the assembling yelp for the next 30 days until all poets are napowrising 🙂
ShukuApril 1, 2020 - 11:12 am ·
<3 This is awesome Gloria – gobble away, I am so glad we're gathered!
GloriaApril 1, 2020 - 5:29 pm ·
Thank you, Shuku, for heeding my gobbling.