fly
look up
seven sleek arrows
in a ragged V
cross west
in June
look swiftly
as the round glow
of sunset
reddens
their breasts
and that brief
liquid fire
lights you
with the sun's blood
reflected
sheltered
by the warm
first strokes
of darkness
on your neck
take this
last light
into your veins
and fly
without dying
seven sleek arrows
in a ragged V
cross west
in June
look swiftly
as the round glow
of sunset
reddens
their breasts
and that brief
liquid fire
lights you
with the sun's blood
reflected
sheltered
by the warm
first strokes
of darkness
on your neck
take this
last light
into your veins
and fly
without dying
posted by Yes at 8:13 AM
10 Comments:
Loved the vivid images created. Good to see you back. You were missed!
Sitting on the beach in S. Alabama I've been watching pelicans fly in loose V formations. I'll take a shot or two sun's blood...care to join me? Damn fine poem as always!!
Gautami--You make me feel really appreciated--it means a lot to me!
Pat--That's strong drink--is that your secret to staying young?
You know, I've never seen a pelican fly...didn't know they flew in V's--sounds impressive!
Thanks for your inspiring comment, as usual, and never taken for granted!
oh - "fly without dying"
i shall try. i shall try.
truly something here firebird.
c'mon - you gotta be publshing this stuff someplace other than the vagarious blogosphere.
Bird--You of all people will succeed, surely!
Thanks so much for the comment--
this "vagarious blogosphere" is so much more fun than the publishing world, but I am giving that world a shot--
no feedback yet...
your poem is as always fills me with awe.... the same kind of awe that filled me twice last friday. i was startled by the wild beauty of birds in the middle of the city when i was all alone... once when a tiny neon yellow bird flitted onto the ground near me as i sat eating lunch outdoors, and then later a huge white heron landed in front of me as i approached the underground rail station. startling images in the middle of the concrete city.i might have thought i was crazy had someone not approached with a camera a short while after the heron got near enough for me to see into its eyes.
Something about the tulips you chose... must be it's a variety I haven't seen. More delicate, and they look especially good in the overall wind blown context. There were some around for awhile when I was a kid but I think the petals were more uniform, pastel colors - seemed to have more solidity than these.
ss--It's wonderful when these special birds appear--I feel that they are gifts from the other side!
What an amazing selection they sent to you!
I sometimes see herons, but never in the middle of the city...
However, the big green parakeets are moving into my NYC neighborhood!
Paul--I feel the same about these tulips--they were in a special place in the Botanical Gardens, with the package label as the tag--apparently a mixture that was sold this way, but I don't know any more about it. They do seem so much more graceful than the ordinary stiff garden variety!
Beautiful tulips! And your poem went right into my heart, deeply resonating with such incredible spirit. Thank you.
Clare--your comment is like a flight into my heart, too! Thank you so much...
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