The scream of the hawk, to most it seems terror.But to me~joyAnd for just the reason you so aptly disclosed.~rick
What a wonderful relationship the hawk has with the wind!
fly where your heart desires...
I love "her darkling child with feathers of rhyme". Beautiful.
I love these defiant declarations of self. They are inspiring.
Your autobiography ... perfectly penned.
So much packed into this one, but economy of phrasing only adds to the intensity of the images...both your talons and your dark, glossy feathers of rhyme are shining here.
i like!
"darkling child with feathers of rhyme."Gorgeous!
love.
Oh good golly. What a metaphor for the woman you love! "cold mother of smooth white skin"Sometimes coldness is all that sustains you."I become once again"I see why you love her. She brings you into existence when you thought you had died."her darkling child"Indeed. There is something uniquely exhilarating about an adoptive mother ... especially for a black bird."feathers of rhyme" Perfect for such a beautiful poet. These are exactly the feathers you were meant to flaunt.Gorgeous and intriguing.
"cold mother of smooth white skin..."breathtaking!LOVE this!♥
Spirit, what do you wish to tell us?
The scream of the hawk, to most it seems terror.
ReplyDeleteBut to me~joy
And for just the reason you so aptly disclosed.
~rick
What a wonderful relationship the hawk has with the wind!
ReplyDeletefly where your heart desires...
ReplyDeleteI love "her darkling child with feathers of rhyme". Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI love these defiant declarations of self. They are inspiring.
ReplyDeleteYour autobiography ... perfectly penned.
ReplyDeleteSo much packed into this one, but economy of phrasing only adds to the intensity of the images...both your talons and your dark, glossy feathers of rhyme are shining here.
ReplyDeletei like!
ReplyDelete"darkling child with feathers of rhyme."
ReplyDeleteGorgeous!
love.
ReplyDeleteOh good golly. What a metaphor for the woman you love!
ReplyDelete"cold mother of smooth white skin"
Sometimes coldness is all that sustains you.
"I become once again"
I see why you love her. She brings you into existence when you thought you had died.
"her darkling child"
Indeed. There is something uniquely exhilarating about an adoptive mother ... especially for a black bird.
"feathers of rhyme"
Perfect for such a beautiful poet. These are exactly the feathers you were meant to flaunt.
Gorgeous and intriguing.
"cold mother of smooth white skin..."
ReplyDeletebreathtaking!
LOVE this!
♥
"cold mother of smooth white skin..."
ReplyDeletebreathtaking!
LOVE this!
♥