Warren Falcon

Rookie - 409 Points (04/23/52 - xxxx / Spartanburg, South Carolina, USA)

The Offered Bird Of Aris Moore - Poem by Warren Falcon

Now that day has come

I reach for the sketch

numinous in its plain

simple gesture -


straightforward humble Valentine

of the offered bird, embraced,

not captured.


Another dawn blizzard empties last crystals,

draws heavy curtains tighter.



Sudden the mourning dove


sings


patient between


notes as if


reading music,


whole notes,


minor keys,


long pauses -



Repeat.



How I have needed to hear the

song dove again,

feel the companion tree,

climb up to, and embraced

would be by wind swayed

soothed a boy away from

the brown house on the

high hill in the dark wood-


sorrow is of that home made still.


I dare not open the curtain for fear of losing the dove.


Later see a few crests of

down pressed in snow pure

upon the escape,

calligraphed signatures,

tiny feet,

little gestures

left upon the

metal grate -


names I cannot pronounce but only sing.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 14, 2013

Poem Edited: Sunday, March 2, 2014


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