Thursday, April 02, 2009
Bird Of Prey
Just before dawn
when it’s not dark anymore
but not light either
when everything is shadowless and grey
and only exists through soft whispers
and innuendo
and the air feels like pure silk
softly stroking his body
while the stillness of his motions
almost makes him seem sheer endless
but life itself lacks all meaning
other than to exist
that’s when he wings the sky
looking for prey
©2009 Fenny
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I love the momentum of this poem.
Posted by: Scott | Friday, April 03, 2009
Beautiful beautiful poem :)
Posted by: Cavaliere | Saturday, April 04, 2009
Wow, this is an amazing work. The emotions ring true in every word. Wonderful!
Posted by: Geraldine | Thursday, April 09, 2009
Ill try this again. Wonderful poem. Evocative and every word rings true with emotion. Well done.
Posted by: Geraldine | Thursday, April 09, 2009
Beautifull, I love the climate (do you say that in english?)ambient?.
Wisdom:
"but life itself lacks all meaning
other than to exist", wisdom is knowing that it is always
like you said in this two sentences that everything else is either a decoration or a mind construction.
It searches for the pray when only the present exists.
Posted by: mariana | Friday, May 08, 2009
"When everything is shadowless and grey." That is a wonderful description. It took me right to my favorite time of day, the quiet hours of morning. I work at a ranch in the mountains and sometimes get to hear the occasional call of an eagle in flight. Birds are amazing. Thanks for the beautiful descriptions.
Posted by: Ben, on poetry | Friday, June 26, 2009
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