it's not written where you
can read it, so stop looking
it's hidden under piles of eggs
a nest no one can find
it's not the appearance of saints
locked in half-witted minds
it's not halos robes angelic
faces without flaws
you can't rescue it from the sand
it's the oil-covered
creatures in distress
laughing at your kindness
it's a lunular anomaly showing
signs of congestive heart failure
it's a place that has feet and hands
paws and claws, canines for biting
it's more unearthly than dreams
that take flight when you wake
it's the white head of a
Mississippi Kite lost in Louisiana
13 comments:
This reads very nice. I like the sound of it. I wonder if, due to a cultural 'misknowledge', I'm not missing something in the last stanza.
Cheers
a Mississippi Kite is a kind of hawk
that has a white head...
not sure if that helps but I wanted a dual meaning there anyway, not necessarily just an image of a hawk but of a lost kite also
doesn't come across, eh?
Oh, it sure does, thanks for the extra info.
Another winner here. I love the rhythm you have going on, especially with "it's not...it's not." Then you tell us what the truth is. Yes, the kite works so well. I like your new blog name, too. This poem rocks, sister.
the double meaning works well--like this
thank you all...glad you are still checking me out...love you!
This is a great one. That line "It's a lunar anomaly..." is wonderful. It's really surprising.
thanks Nathan...it actually is "lunular"...referring to the moons of our fingernails, which are called "lunula" It was something I looked up and thought was really neato! Apparently, if your lunula disappears completely, it can be the sign of certain health problems.
this is beautiful and haunting and mysterious
Fabulous!
The truth more unearthly than
dreams, Wow - so True.
Love the name change.
thanks so much Cynthia, Jo, and Crafty...you know I always appreciate your reading~!
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