Monday, February 10, 2014

POEM: When I See a V

When I see a V
of Canada geese

I picture it as
a single piece

of a larger shape,
first letter in a word

spelled out southerly
bird by bird.

V is for vivid,



visitors from
vales of snow,

a vanishing

or is it very


©2014 Steven Withrow, all rights reserved


iza said...

Gorgeous poem! Thank you!

Doraine Bennett said...

Vvvvery nice.

Linda said...

I love all the v's! Gorgeous poem! Happy Valentine's Day!

LInda Baie said...

I like the "visitors from vales of snow". Thank you, & Happy Valentine's Day! (I also thought that V was going to make a heart!)

Buffy Silverman said...

Love all these vivvvvvid V words. Wonderful poem.

Myra Garces Bacsal said...

Hi there Steven. I especially loved "vanishing vocabulary" - makes me wonder though if they so much as vanish as transform/evolve. :) Definitely not v-words though. Love the V tribute here and seeing how that image inspired you.

Bridget Magee said...

Love your vigorous use of V in this poem. Perfect for Vvvvalentine's Day!

Michelle Heidenrich Barnes said...

What an interesting way to approach a poem! Love all the specially chosen V-words.

Mary Lee said...

Loved it on FB. Loving it all over again here.

Donna Smith said...

What? No Valentine in it? I very much liked "Visitors from vales of snow"! We hear Canada geese here in the river below us even in winter.

Cathy said...

Voila. Vivid!