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 ~
Oh indeed it would be wonderful to soar like a bird! What a beautiful journey one could take, and what a beautiful view!
ReplyDeleteI love this:
ReplyDelete"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. :)
This is soo beautiful Grace and it suits you too :D
ReplyDeleteonly the wind, warm with mystery my constant companion... aaaahhh absolutely beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of having NO stuff, and wings, so much. Seriously.
ReplyDeleteThis soars.
This is absolutely beautiful. I felt I was flying with you.
ReplyDeleteLovely 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!
ReplyDeleteFree soul......................wish humans too be like this..........
ReplyDeleteOh 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.
ReplyDeleteSounds wonderful!
ReplyDeleteThis must fit the eco poetry too. Beautiful observations and feelings about the falcon but I love the idea of no papers!
ReplyDeleteI love to watch the creatures soar and play with the wind. Delightful.
ReplyDeleteAh, birds of prey! Love them...from Woman and Nature, Susan Griffin "...she saw the arch and knew she could fly."
ReplyDeleteIf I was going to be a bird it would be a bird of prey, powerful, regal, independent.
ReplyDeleteYou 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.
ReplyDeleteTo see everything from upon high would sure be great as one flies free.
ReplyDeleteThe falcon, a mighty bird. A mighty poem. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteGreetings from London.
A bird of prey, I
ReplyDeletebring no papers
or keys to this lush forest Perfection.
The mystery of wind - I love that. There will be plenty of reasons for a bird of prey to come back -
ReplyDeleteThis is an alchemy of elements and such an invigorating glimpse through the eyes of the peregrine!! A favorite indeed. Wonderful, Grace! Thank you!
ReplyDeleteNature old..
ReplyDeleteNature grows..
Nature knows
onLY now..
Nature
us.. Nature
we.. Nature
i.. oh..
so free..:)