running through the center
of everything
this morning
the world is blanketed in snow
a veil of white to hide
all the ugly places
a marriage of reality
and need
.
the birds have all
gathered in one corner
waiting to be tossed back out again
scattered through the sky like rice
black on grey
or red on emptiness
.
there is no waiting
now
only tricks of time
and miracles of motion
.
steam rises from tea
on a round black table
the hungry hawk
draws circles
in a sky of pale
remembering blue
with a crooked smile
ever wistful
.
.
.
.
December 30th, 2014 at 3:52 pm
wonderful <3
December 30th, 2014 at 5:32 pm
Lovely poem ! Happy New Year Kelly. I hope this new year is good and kind to you and your loved ones.
December 31st, 2014 at 9:00 am
Happy New Year Kelly, hope your days are filled with magic and wonderment.
December 31st, 2014 at 10:21 am
This poem is so beautiful. So many lines that I had to go back and savor. Happy almost 2015!
December 31st, 2014 at 11:09 am
snow to hide all the ugly places – i started to cry right there. the birds in a corner, waiting to be tossed back out again? i re-hear a conversation with a friend who may be dying, who swears she will be back, will be tossed back into the universe, and the tears came a little faster.
you write for you and i take the words for me. the hawk overhead, circling. i want to call him names, to throw a stone, but i can’t toss that far.
you reach out with a pen and touch me. xoxo
January 10th, 2015 at 1:29 pm
reminds me, hints, of Yeats “The Second Coming”, with that circling hawk. that poem holds a pivotal position in my life… ~