Storm Hawk Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

Storm Hawk



Its eye is a steep cliff,
steeper than driving rain;
holds nothing of treacheries
of if – only the necessities of now –
the contemplation of the fall;
braces to the immediate blows of wind,
undercuts of lightning flashes;
beyond shelter and certainty
surges into the moment
with not even a glance at the grave
stones at the foot of earth’s precipice.

Wednesday, November 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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Charl JF Cilliers

Charl JF Cilliers

Cape Town, South Africa
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