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icebox
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since 2003-05-03

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in the shadows

0 posted 2004-02-15 11:30 PM

I watched a hawk fly this morning;
I'm not sure it was hunting,
maybe just practicing the arts by which it lives;
no charade
no deception
no pretense of civility,
it is the perfect culling scavenger,
keeping life within its reach flowing
cleanly in unquestioned evolutionary lines.
If I had died when I was younger
my own lifeline might be clean as well;
it's boring now,
and muddled,
and I often am not sure how I get from dawn to dusk.

Too many times
I had to wonder why I was left alive,
the cliched last man standing,
though in truth not always standing,
I looked from youth to old age
for answers in the supernatural,
since theology held no truth for me.
I suppose in more ways than most
I was free to search,
but also free to disregard
and toast the passage of the lies.

Now there is so little time
to share with those I care about
the skills that have become so rare
in this world of make believe.
Make believe we're stable,
make believe we're able to elect politicians
who don't lie,
or make believe we can afford the lifestyles
we carry debt to buy;
I don't belong in any world,
so I suppose
this is as good as any other I could choose.
How did I lose the purity
that I recognized as clarity
in the morning flight of a single predatory hawk?

             ©2004 by icebox

Martie

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1 posted 2004-02-15 11:38 PM

icebox

"How did I lose the purity
that I recognized as clarity
in the morning flight of a single predatory hawk?"

Because you are deep and look for meaning in many things. Thank you for sharing so much of yourself in poetry. *hugs*

iliana
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since 2003-12-05

Posts 13434
USA

2 posted 2004-02-15 11:44 PM

Icebox -- You are so wise in your questioning -- and you have seen the hawk fly and understand, and we are privelged to get to see it through your eyes. Thank you. .....jo

aujussy wolf

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since 2003-08-09

Posts 1215
Michigan

3 posted 2004-02-16 02:11 AM

the best poem i have read in a while , it made me realize a lot of things , thank you for being here to pass it on
wolf

passing shadows
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displaced

4 posted 2004-02-16 03:07 AM

there are so many lines I could quote and claim to have an inherent understanding of...but I won't.

Susan Caldwell
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since 2002-12-27

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Florida

5 posted 2004-02-16 04:01 AM

Icy~

Your talent knows no bounds...this was haunting.

You know of course, had you not done and learned what you have in this life, you would not be ready for the next...unless you learned and did it all in this one...

You are truly an inspiration..and I for one am always glad to read you...

"sit on top of the world and tell me how you feel...'cause what you feel is what I feel for you.."
~Dido~

Cpat Hair

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since 2001-06-05

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6 posted 2004-02-16 09:53 AM

I looked from youth to old age
for answers in the supernatural,
since theology held no truth for me.
I suppose in more ways than most
I was free to search,
but also free to disregard
and toast the passage of the lies.

Now there is so little time

yes sir...

ice
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since 2003-05-17

Posts 3404
Pennsylvania

7 posted 2004-02-16 10:40 AM

I thought I was alone in this world,
A ponderer of thoughts as these;
Holding the wolf of life by the ears
Afraid to let go, knowing that release of grip allows the death-hawk swoop,
And time to lift my soul away...
It is the wolf here that you speak of,
Your spirit guide that tries your physical body,
But you are well aware of the hawks shadow on your back..
Be well, you are not alone..
I need poems like these sometimes to reincarnate the reality of what I truly am, and to clear from my mind the mud of modern thought.
This is what I see in this poem, perhaps these words are far from the meaning of what you intended, but the words have touched me in this way...

_______ice
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Enchantress
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since 2001-08-14

Posts 35113
Canada eh.

8 posted 2004-02-16 10:41 AM

An excellent write...you have much talent sir.

  ~ Whatever our souls are made of,
      his and mine are the same. ~

Marge Tindal

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Florida's Foreverly Shores

9 posted 2004-02-16 10:53 AM

IceBox~
There is NO DOUBT this will be the best read of the week !!!

*Huglets*
~*Marge*~

~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost,
the spirit rejoices over what it has left.
- Sufi epigram <))><

noles1@totcon.com

Bonnie j
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since 2003-06-27

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Ohio

10 posted 2004-02-16 10:56 AM

Ah! I am lost for words. So many I have running around unable to put what I feel on these blue pages.
Simply put........AWESOME
Bon-Bon

Honeybunch
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since 2001-12-29

Posts 7115
South Africa

11 posted 2004-02-16 01:53 PM

Hi, Icebox. It only takes a little seed to grow a big tree and if a hawk should fly the skies, why not too your mind? You speak for many people here - an insightful write as always.

Paul Wilson

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12 posted 2004-02-16 02:14 PM

Icebox...Enjoyed very much your pondering words...Paul

"To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you"

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