From above
is a sentinel's sight
from within
it's burning bright,
from the wind
driving arrow-like
to the heart
diving fast as light
to embrace
talon tight,
grounding spirals
landing upright
a supportive friend
with a falcon's might.
This was a California Red Tail Hawk, the largest local predatory bird. On the coastline, the Peregrine falcon is it's counterpart. This juvenile hawk tried to fly in the window at my clinic. He spent the following hour sitting outside, stunned by the window glass. He kept a close eye on us, but didn't retreat when we came up to him. He just watched us move behind the glass, baffled. (eventually he flew away)
Friday, August 12, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Serendipity in a paradox # 7.
What you get from assuming:
Like holding your breath
when you’re about to get wet
Like wanting a prize
you know you won’t get
Like scooting out backwards
from under a bed
Like straining your eyes
in a cave full of webs
Like slapping a face
with pain and regret
Like losing the memory
of someone you’ve met
May you recognize serendipity when it comes your way.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
serendipity in a paradox 6.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
serendipity in a paradox 5.
If you hear only one sound, without the image, can you hear the dichotomy within it, and love it for both:
purring and the mewing
rustling and the digging
blowing and sussurant
rumbling and hissing
rasping and tenor
guttural sighing.
(I've been studying a sound I love, and trying to describe it. Without success, I can only draw analogies. Isn't that why we write poetry?)
Can you guess, or create your own images to go with these sounds? I know what mine are, what are yours?
purring and the mewing
rustling and the digging
blowing and sussurant
rumbling and hissing
rasping and tenor
guttural sighing.
(I've been studying a sound I love, and trying to describe it. Without success, I can only draw analogies. Isn't that why we write poetry?)
Can you guess, or create your own images to go with these sounds? I know what mine are, what are yours?
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
serendipity in a paradox 4.
I walked with the moon tonight
a gold sickle:
sharp and bright.
She cradled his head
darkened, faceless
and dead,
400-billion
milkyway
suns shone instead.
Wordless Weds. = Tues. Toes
Serendipity in a Paradox, 3.
Grounded in bronze,
stillness is an art
I think.
(Rodin's Thinker's Feet, Philadelphia)
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