Swoop
So they arrived, over the window,
Flying into my marooned frame
Suddenly. Their eyes radiating
Through the iron drifts of cloud;
Their voices, grazing the air.
They brought memories of words
In their worldly beaks and I ran to
Them …seeking refuge in their
Flight-paths, their lost discords.
Now, mere gasps in the strengthening
Wake of light.
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1 comments:
Just wanted to say that I checked out your poetry on your site you linked to your post and really truly love it. I think your poetry has a cadence and depth to it that is often missing from modern poetry. I am ordering your book from Amazon and hope many others do likewise. Good luck fellow poet.
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