Here is the sun
By onemorething
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Here is the sun,
it finds the buzzard,
rides upon her back.
Above the church,
beyond the spire,
and for a moment,
we meet her higher, united
in a fragment of a reverie
that is ageless.
And unseen,
we know
how the light tricks;
forges the iron
of a bird shape,
as an outline for the land,
the quake of a rabbit.
I have always been a shadow,
and now I am a shadow
of a shadow.
The buzzard rolls for love;
she has outlived man and gun, survived
hunger and the mob of black angels,
for her eldritch voice to be heard
from the edge
of a woodland,
the border of a field.
For the endless faith of nests
of heather and oak leaves -
this is the mystery of life.
When we can hardly trust
the earth beneath our feet,
the resigned fear of what if
we only return
to the way we were
before.
Here is the sun, and the air,
which, indifferent, still
carries a sickness, that it also bears
the buzzard, and where we,
ourselves, are, in fact, the ailment,
that it is not healing
if we fail to reconcile the two.
Image is from here: https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Buzzard,_soaring_(9451232625).jpg
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"...a shadow of a shadow" An
"...a shadow of a shadow" An enigmatic, flight of poetic fancy with an iconic bird of prey. Wonderful, of course.
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beautiful, wise and very
beautiful, wise and very perceptive - please thank the person who inspiread you to write this.
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A wise poem indeed Rachel.
A wise poem indeed Rachel. Especially the lines:-
The buzzard rolls for love,
she has outlived man and gun, survived
hunger and the mob of black angels,
These lines spoke to me of survival and the greatness of nature.
Jenny.
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Really deep
I like how you've merged the flying buzzard with the troubles going on below.
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"and for a moment,
"and for a moment,
we meet her higher, united
in a fragment of a reverie
that is ageless. " I like this very much, the line breaks makes me think of something so high up can barely see it. I found a feather of one last week, I think (might have been an owl, though) your one sounds very elegant and elemental, the ones here always look a bit worried , maybe about the ravens, who seem to feel they are in charge
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