Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Coming back as a wanderer

by riverside
along mountains trails
my wings are spotted brown by sun


from tree tops
to ground swelling with small animals
I dive steeply with hunter's keen eyes 

A bird of prey, I

bring no papers 
or keys to this lush forest 

Only lungs filled
by salty rocks by lighthouses
my skin is moist with adventures
of lost ravines

With a flash of blue-grey feathers,  
I thrust my striped wings 
to where tea-stained sands

shuffle, slither and leave 
no imprint

of lost bones or metallic grooves

there is only
the wind, warm with mystery-
my constant companion








Posted for Poetics - Coming back hosted by Abhra Pal ~  Thanks for the visit ~

21 comments:

  1. Oh indeed it would be wonderful to soar like a bird! What a beautiful journey one could take, and what a beautiful view!

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  2. I love this:
    "I dive steeply with hunter's keen eyes

    A bird of prey, I
    bring no papers
    or keys to this lush forest"

    And based on your title, I totally thought you were going to write a poem about coming back as a gypsy. :)

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  3. This is soo beautiful Grace and it suits you too :D

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  4. only the wind, warm with mystery my constant companion... aaaahhh absolutely beautiful!

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  5. I love the idea of having NO stuff, and wings, so much. Seriously.
    This soars.

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  6. This is absolutely beautiful. I felt I was flying with you.

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  7. Lovely thoughts, Grace. I think your poem went along the lines of mine...freedom of "no papers or keys." It thrills me just to think about it!

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  8. Free soul......................wish humans too be like this..........

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  9. Oh this is beautiful.. I would love to soar like a bird of prey.. And with that vision... And down there I'm a little frog.

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  10. This must fit the eco poetry too. Beautiful observations and feelings about the falcon but I love the idea of no papers!

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  11. I love to watch the creatures soar and play with the wind. Delightful.

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  12. Ah, birds of prey! Love them...from Woman and Nature, Susan Griffin "...she saw the arch and knew she could fly."

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  13. If I was going to be a bird it would be a bird of prey, powerful, regal, independent.

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  14. You want to come back beautiful, strong, free. You're already some of that I think. Still, your poem instills desire for flight and might. Enjoyed this Grace. I still hold the visual in my mind.

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  15. To see everything from upon high would sure be great as one flies free.

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  16. The falcon, a mighty bird. A mighty poem. Thanks.

    Greetings from London.

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  17. A bird of prey, I
    bring no papers
    or keys to this lush forest Perfection.

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  18. The mystery of wind - I love that. There will be plenty of reasons for a bird of prey to come back -

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  19. This is an alchemy of elements and such an invigorating glimpse through the eyes of the peregrine!! A favorite indeed. Wonderful, Grace! Thank you!

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  20. Nature old..
    Nature grows..
    Nature knows
    onLY now..
    Nature
    us.. Nature
    we.. Nature
    i.. oh..
    so free..:)

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