wings – dverse
Darting swallows soar
Sunlit jewels on wind-borne flight
Elusive uncaught dreams
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Darting swallows soar
Sunlit jewels on wind-borne flight
Elusive uncaught dreams
bwfiction 
Exquisite.
thanks
Beautiful. This poem is like a tasty piece of chocolate. I love chocolate.
Truly gorgeous.
thanks – so glad you enjoyed it.
you should stop over at dversepoets.com – it’s the perfect prompt for you 🙂
Thanks, Bill. Just did. 🙂
Lovely haiku!
nice turn in that last line,
beautiful imagery in the first two..
I am def a nature boy…and love watching it
at play.
So much said in so few words. Lovely.
Gorgeous —
Thanks Sabio – glad you stopped by
I liked seeing the swallows as sunlit jewels in your poem. Uncaught dreams…nice!
yes, when their wings catch the sun, they sparkle the purest blue
Sometimes those dreams are hard to catch..lovely poem..
but ever we reach for them…
while reading your haiku, the swallows were clearly visible in my mind’s eye. Lovely piece!
Thanks Bryan – they have a distinct flight and when the sun catches their wings indeed they sparkle.
Each line a wonder!
I love seeing the swallows of San Juan Capistrano!! And it’s true how they sparkle in the sun.
Oh, so poignant, sweet, evocative! Love! (And my comments are longer than the poem itself, what does that tell you?)
very metaphoric, Bill! I dig it…
Nice!
Beautiful!
uncaught dreams, living jewels. This is wonderful. I do love watching the birds as they wheel and soar. Lovely poem.
thank you… one poem inspires another… gently raining haiku
Swallows as living poetry; what an image. I spend more time watching gulls & crows playing tag in the thermals at our NW beach. It is good to reach beyond one’s grasp; worked well for giraffes.
Wonderful haiku, Bill8 Of course I like the image of the ‘elusive uncaught dreams’.
maybe someday to be caught 🙂
This lifted me up – just the image of those soaring wings – beautiful. And the last line is just lovely.
thanks – this was a good prompt.
I like that last line Bill ~ I haven’t swallows here lately, just gulls and crows ~
we don’t have them here, but we see them often when we drive out to Wyoming.
Now I know why our First Nations have dream catchers!
Bill, I love the uncaught dreams.. somehow adding a touch of melancholy to the memory of those swallows…
I don’t usually think of swallows as “jewels” because they aren’t a sparkly bird, but it fits here. Nice. Peace, Linda
Nicely metaphoric, Bill. Oh, those dreams sometime soar with the wind, more elusive than we would like them to be.
sometimes we don’t catch them, do we Mary. Glad you liked it.
This is one of my favorites of your poems.
remember standing by the Missouri and watching the swallows darting in the wind 🙂
Yes or under the bridge over the Powder River where the rest area is when we’re almost to Sheridan.
the uncaught dreams are the best…smiles
love to watch swallows surfing the wind… saw some of them at the north sea in a heavy wind and they had fun like crazy…smiles
swallows and their darting way – they are almost living poetry.
we saw some by the rive in Basel 🙂