The Winged Cutters Cannot fly
Connected Backyards of Life

Sunup yet mellow, The day begins but slow — Burbling coffee, the fumes grow, Senses awake, In, the whiff blows.
Wafting leisure in skirtings glean, Hints of laze it suffuses umpteen, That perfect frame, corner trimmed, A paper bird, makes it seen….
Sighting an image, Share your vision, How many times it happened un-commissioned….
Seated in that backyard, Some berries, some heart, Sprawling afternoon, To one’s killing, ending with tart, The twinkling beams dance on foliage, Lending the day that golden grace,
Are these days meant to glide — To azure, a vision from backyard’s eyes, Mind growing wings, limbs but slide Can birds of paper ever learn to fly?
Three Winged Cutters on the fence gave me a glance, “When wings given, still will you fly?”
Patched to the fence for period unknown, Struggling to be free, to one’s soul’s behold, Some know the truth, wings entailed, Many of us never learn how to sail….
Attached not stuck to the pegs for days, Cutters with wings find reasons to stay, With faces familiar, grumpy or gay —
Why we humans talk of leaving the fray?!
Thank you Suntonu Bhadra, Carolyn Hastings, Indubala Kachhawa and Paper Poetry for the Ekphrastic poetry prompt and an image which puts you in the vortex of imaginative self. Couldn’t help but use the logo!
Please find the below article on W2 prompt from Paper Poetry:
Thank you every one for stopping by the backyard of imaginations.





