Here and Now

Three hawks winging and wheeling
In the dusky sky, not hunting now
But skimming the currents of air
Like stones skipped across a pond,
Ripples opening but never touching,

Writing the lines of their lives
On scrolls of parchment clouds,
Not leaving or needing any trail
To know how they've come or why;
Only this moment, only here and now.




Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2011-03-04 at 16:23

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ngaio Beck
A wonderful example of the majesty,(and mystery),of creation. The predator not hunting but ??
2011-03-07


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
These would be the eagles I have seen.
2011-03-05


John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
My favourite line was --"Like stones skipped across a pond" -- that was a clever way of delivering the motion of the hawks flying through the sky. I throughly enjoyed this, and keep writing. 5/5.

Your friend,
John.
2011-03-04