Open Poetry #28 |
The Hawk |
MoniDaPoet Member
since 2003-08-14
Posts 73California, USA |
I am a crazed hawk this morn Flying free above all earthly matters No need to ponder the rules of life I am a freed hawk And I have glorious flight into tomorrow See me swoop and dive Hear my wretched cry into the void I am a masterful hawk And no one can touch me Not you, mourner's pain Not you, wicked fates I am flying above you all All of you that hate my joy You can not jump high enough On and on I scream You can not touch me And now ... this dream is over I am a sickly poet In a cruel bed of reality I have only my genius to declare! |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
*sigh* Yes, waking becomes harder as the days pass. |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Moni, Nicely done!! Sometimes dreams are all we have.. Susan |
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