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 ~


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

  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. :)

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

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

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

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

  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!

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

  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.

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

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

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

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

  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.

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

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

    Greetings from London.

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

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

  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!

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


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