Mum, said I, can I fly, with the birds in the sky?
Yes, you can, before sleep, flap your thoughts, take a leap...
Dreamt of wings, woke in bed, feathers dense, guilt in lead.
Mum, said I, when birds die, do they fall from the sky?
This is my flutter at the prompt by dVerse.
This poem uses an Anapestic Tetrameterat – a coupling of words, which struck in me equal quantities of fear, and confusion.
After the initially apprehension, and a few basic finger equations, it turns out it’s far more simple than it lets on – and near instantly lets you in on the fun!
Each line, has four sets of ‘two unstressed syllables followed by a single stressed syllable’ – 12 syllables altogether.
If you liked this, you might enjoy Feathered.
Original poem by © Darius the Mate
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I really love this.. the topic of each dream is precious… but it’s always a challenge to bring forward in daylight.
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Thank you Björn
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There’s no doubt about it: You never know where a child’s dreams will lead them.The child’s conversation works well with the meter. :>)
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Thanks Dora.
The best creativity is found inside your child’s mind!
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A typical Mom/Child conversation!
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A most brilliant response to a challenging prompt! I have a young friend in college in Swansea, Wales … love the sign.
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Thank you Helen. 😊
I plan on visiting Cardiff soon – I should get a comparison shot under the sign!
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You’re right you caught on well! Cute story and welcome to dVerse.
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Thanks so much Jade 🙂
Look forward to writing, and reading more from other poets.
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You’re welcome, Darius 🙂
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I love the whimsical, inquiring tone. An engaging and charming conversation between child and parent and the meter suited it so well.
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Thank you Mish 😀
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Move over Dr Seus,
you’re being outdone by Darius!
Excellent rhythm and wonderfully wistful. I’m going to try flapping my thoughts tonight.
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Thank you Kim, your sweet words have left me blushing! 😊 ❤️
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This took me back to my childhood, when I used to dream of falling then fall out of bed. I suppose that is when we first become aware of our mortality.
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That’s a thought, Ingrid. I’ll let that sit.
I’m so glad it transported you.
A peculiar feeling (that I haven’t felt for quite a while) when we start to drift to the netherworld, then drop, back into our body (with a thud). Now, that’s a “out of body” experience. Quite terrifying.
The times I don’t spend reminiscing and living in nostalgia, I spend breathing.
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Clever use of the prompt, very well written.
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Appreciate that M Jay, thank you 😊
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Well written, and kept solid to the form.
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Thanks for taking the time to read and comment Rob. 😌
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