Skip to main content

Friday Poetry- Finding Your Favourites

Young poets are always asking, 'Of all the poems you have written, what is your favourite poem?' I have trouble designating a particular poem. For me, it's a bit like being asked, 'Of all your children, who is your favourite? 

Among a poet's collection there are poems that receive a good reaction, and poems that receive regular requests. There are also poems that have quite special memories attached to them. This makes them particularly special for me as the writer. Then there are those freshly made poems that as a poet I am keen to share. Those poems bring a new energy. Nestled among my favourite poems are some that are more intentionally thoughtful, because poetry is capable of appealing to every emotion. I like it when my poems make a reader, laugh and smile, giggle and guffaw, but I am equally pleased when my poems make the reader pause to think.

I am happy to declare quite openly though, the following poem, written by Brian Moses remains a personal favourite of mine...

Image result for a feather From an Angel Brian Moses

 'A Feather From An Angel' is the very first offering in Brian's anthology- 'Lost Magic, the Very Best of Brian Moses'  - and while the poet is careful not to declare any particular poem in this impressive collection as being his outright favourite, I suspect this poem might be a strong contender. 


Anton’s box of treasures held
a silver key and a glassy stone,
a figurine made of polished bone
and a feather from an angel.

The figurine was from Borneo,
the stone from France or Italy,
the silver key was a mystery
but the feather came from an angel.

We might have believed him if he’d said
the feather fell from a bleached white crow
but he always replied, “It’s an angel’s, I know,
a feather from an angel.”

We might have believed him if he’d said,
“An albatross let the feather fall,”
But he had no doubt, no doubt at all,
his feather came from an angel.

“I thought I’d dreamt him one night,” he’d say,
“But in the morning I knew he’d been there;
he left a feather on my bedside chair,
a feather from an angel.”

And it seems that all my life I’ve looked
for that sort of belief that nothing could shift,
something simple yet precious as Anton’s gift,
a feather from an angel.
© 2005, Brian Moses
Related image


  1. In our lives, having faith is the best part! Thanks for this, Alan, a poem for good living, yes?

    1. I agree wholeheartedly Linda. Faith is a must. I'm so glad you liked this pearl of a poem.

  2. Love this poem, Alan! Am anxious now to read more of Brian's work.

    1. Thanks Jama. Brian has been a most prolific poet, so you will find much to explore. Enjoy the quest.

  3. Really great poem to share. Love that returning line, and the importance it signifies in his belief. Thanks.

    1. It is indeed a great poem to share and I have done this quite a lot since purchasing this book. I agree that the faith Anton had in his personal belief was strong.

  4. Thank you for sharing, Alan! It goes to the top of my favorites list.

    1. Oh Alice, that's a ringing endorsement if ever I heard one! So pleased you enjoyed Brian's powerful words. Sharing is important between we poets.

  5. Thank you so much for this poem. I too love that recurring line, but I'm equally impressed that Anton's belief was evidence based. If you wake in the morning after dreaming of angels to find a feather by your bed, where else could it come from?

    1. Anton's faith is the thread running through this poem no doubt of that Cheriee. Thank you for your thoughts.

  6. Replies
    1. Indeed Mary Lee. It is the hopefulness and unyielding faith of Anton that shines through.

  7. Thank you for sharing this lovely poem. It is hard to choose just one favorite. Whenever I'm asked for my favorite anything, the best I can do is my favorite right now with the qualifciation it might change tomorrow.

    1. I like your approach to this important issue Kay. It has both diplomacy and flexibility surrounding it. Wriggle room is important sometimes.


Post a comment

Popular posts from this blog

Opposite Poems

Opposite Poems

In his book, 'How To Write Poetry,' Paul Janeczko presents the idea of opposite poems. Paul suggests they could also be referred to as antonym poems. This is wordplay and it's fun to try.

Here are some examples Paul provides to help us see very clearly how these short little poems work.

I think the opposite of chair
Is sitting down with nothing there

What is the opposite of kind? A goat that butts you from behind
Paul Janeczko

You will  notice the poems are written in rhyming couplets. They can be extended so long as you remember to write in couplets. Paul shows us how this is done.

What is the opposite of new?
Stale gum that's hard to chew
A hot-dog roll as hard as rock
Or a soiled and smelly forgotten sock

You might notice that some of Paul's opposite Poems begin with a question. The remainder of the poem answer the question posed.

Opposite poems are a challenge, but it is a challenge worth trying. Not every thing has an opposite and not every word has an easy t…

Poetry Friday: The Safety Pin Poem

Poets not only write poetry, they also read poetry. In order to be able to write poetry, one must read it. Lots of poetry in fact... 

I want to share a short little poem by Valerie Worth. I bought Valerie's book, 'All The Small Poems And Fourteen More,' while living and working in New York, some time back. It remains a personal favourite. 

I love the way the poet shines a special light on everyday objects, transforming them into something unique and worthy of attention. Her close observations elevate her poems into the special category. 

Each poem in the collection celebrates earthly wonders. From eggs to garbage, from potatoes to pockets, each object is given special attention in the form of short poems employing keen observations. 

Valerie Worth demonstrates through her poems she totally understands the saying-'ideas exist in things.' 

The poem I have chosen to share with you (one of my personal favourites) is titled, 'Safety Pin'.

Safety Pin
Closed, it sleeps On…

Life Cycle -A football poem by Bruce Dawe

This poem by Australian poet Bruce Dawe epitomises the unique connection sporting tragics have to their preferred football teams, -an almost tribal allegiance. Each season supporters stare down the twin imposters- victory and defeat. They remain both loyal and hopeful of eventual triumph. This poem refers specifically to Australian Rules Football, but it's themes are universal.
I share this poem on the eve of the 2017 Grand Final to decide the Premiership for this football season. My team, the Richmond Tigers have reached the play off to decide the ultimate victor. They have not contested the Grand Final match for 35 years. My hopes fly with them. This poem links two of my great loves -football and poetry...

Life Cycle
When children are born in Victoria
they are wrapped in club-colours, laid in beribboned cots,
having already begun a lifetime’s barracking.
Carn, they cry, Carn … feebly at first
while parents playfully tussle with them
for possession of a rusk: Ah, he’s a little Tiger! (An…