Beauty, Illusion, Desire and Acceptance



Breathing
I walked along the road
Watching the gray sky
With expectation
No reason
Just a feeling 

She glided into view
Wheeling

Softened by falling April mist
Beyond a ridge line
Thick with trees
Rolling fields
Vivid with new grass
Greening

Big wingspread
Smooth point-tipped wings  
Doing the glide-and-flap routine
Glide a circle, course adjustment
Glide a circle, course adjustment
At once confident and tentative somehow
Endearing

Scribing two circles in the air
She disappeared
Against the trees
And reappeared
Circling once more
Toward the ridge
I knew she saw me, she sees
Everything

‘Come here so I can see you,’
I thought
Heart open with desire
As her flight path led her
Over the trees
‘Please come here.’ 
But she took no more notice of me
Than she did of the nesting geese
As she flew away  
Receding


Vision ---

… beautiful feathered grace
Fierce eye and warlike face
Her talons gripping the leather
Tethered on my forearm
Accepting my affection
Along with something to eat…

------ fleeting


I assimilate
The emptiness
Of small loss
And illusion
As my own
With love

Breathing

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Eiddwen 5 years ago from Wales

Brilliant Tom, I could almost be there by your side.

I vote up/awesome/beautiful here.

Take care

Eiddwen.


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Tom Rubenoff 5 years ago from United States Author

Thank you, Eiddwen. I love that moment when a hawk soars into view.


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Nikki49 5 years ago from Woodruff,S.C.

Gosh I felt as though I was there watching this marvelous spectacle in the sky.


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Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean

Messages and metaphors in everything, eh Tom?


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Tom Rubenoff 5 years ago from United States Author

Thanks, Nikki!

Randy, I feel something, then I see something and it resonates with the way I feel, then I write it. Mary Oliver calls herself a reporter rather than a poet. Perhaps, as a poet, I follow in her wake.


Doug Turner Jr. 5 years ago

Ah, brevity. You pulled me right in by being so spare with the language; the value of each word skyrockets in such instances.

Really enjoyed the vivid description of the flap-and-glide, course adjusting flight. We can all relate to that.


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Tom Rubenoff 5 years ago from United States Author

It is so, isn't it, that we have our gliding moments and the moments in which we ... flap :)

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