Phoenix
Phoenix
A call from above,
wakes me from my slumbers below.
I raise my eyes
and see a buzzard,
circling alone,
high in the sky,
then spiral down towards me,
catch a thermal,
and, like a phoenix,
rise again.
I carry on snoozing,
aware of its continued journey
and calling.
Half an hour later,
a deeper call, followed by the higher,
seduces my eyes skyward again.
She has found company
in her solace.
Were that I could do the same.
A call from above,
wakes me from my slumbers below.
I raise my eyes
and see a buzzard,
circling alone,
high in the sky,
then spiral down towards me,
catch a thermal,
and, like a phoenix,
rise again.
I carry on snoozing,
aware of its continued journey
and calling.
Half an hour later,
a deeper call, followed by the higher,
seduces my eyes skyward again.
She has found company
in her solace.
Were that I could do the same.
posted by temppixie at 12:32 PM
2 Comments:
oh wow me too.. i wish to look up skyward again...
a nice poem... reminds me of those childhood days.. where you have to worry about nothing. 8)
an intruiging poem. one that hangs around long after i've logged off.
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