Bitter the Bite

Everything that you want

Is anything that I have

Except for pure emotion,

That I’ll keep in my hand.

Foolish, taking command,

From someone so bland

What a shame that it’s this,

I’d rather the fist,

 

Than sit in a cell where you dwell.

So proud, so haughty,

Thinking it ought to be,

That she would attain

Anything else, this low plane

Where life lives in twain.

Separated from truth,

Existence aloof.

Not desiring pain,

Not growing in sane,

Fleeing from feeling

Which isn’t appealing

Building foundations of lies.

No surprise when traps set

Just sit there, unmet,

Praying that prey may dive in.

Upsetting to think that the wind

Could be so easily won;

Not captured in bars,

The frontiers so far,

Cosmic the reach of the flow.

Wallowing, poor kitten pours,

Of the feeling, being hatred, on toward,

A swallow sings, opening door.

Giving life, not the one he’d adored

 

 

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Hawk

Unfettered, rising into dawn together,

Outside time, upon lofty feathers.

Crossing paths across bright

Beams of sun off the horizon.

Ignorant of man, in his false command,

Hovering arcs with talons so sharp.

Beauty in motion, swooping apart.

Gathered together, after hitting mark.

Embracing their birth, feasting on earth,

Prouder still then, returning to hens.

Master of nests, flyer never rests. .

 

Haiku Tuesday [Autumn Breeze Edition]

chill grows the air

blowing over rolling hills

under autumn sky

caught beneath the stare

millions of miles away

reflecting energy

clear the sky may be

but visions past & future

cloud the future’s path

seated, unmoving

recalling those ancient hills

over which he once reigned

propelled by sunset

caught upon old zephyr’s breath

gently swaying pines

beneath the sunset

diving through unseen currents

gold flecked wings of black