Prompted by Galateus's "Perch"


Hawk's Heart

I walk along this familiar field, barren
But for first sprouts of winter wheat.
Above me a great gray hawk glides and eyes
My intrusion, watching, waiting for his prey
To break and run before the fall of my boots,
More afraid of the man than of the hawk.

I am not his prey, but he the predator I dream:

To be pinned to this ground by piercing eyes;
To welcome fierce talons and bidden beak;
To be lifted and soar, and see as he sees
And feel the very air bending to his will.

To let loose my tired and hurting heart
And become the heart of the hawk itself,
Joined in a pure and perfect purpose.

This the death I desire, the resurrection I seek.




Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2011-03-22 at 15:09

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
A beautifully written, but disturbing poem, Fog.
2011-03-26


John Ashleigh
You have given tranquility and serenity a unique definition - a real beautiful poem. Brilliant.

Regards,
John.
2011-03-22



Ah! It is indeed an avian theme forming.
And the poems are getting deeper and better.
Even the avatars/profile pics are seeing us soaring.
Let us fly, friends, high up in the sky!
2011-03-22


NicholasG
It is sometimes difficult to justify our (supposed) position as the epitome of evolution when we compare ourselves to such a highly specialized creature as a hawk or falcon. As a species we will always envy them..
Thanks for this most enjoyable poem.
Nick.
2011-03-22