The Offered Bird Of Aris Moore Poem by Warren Falcon

The Offered Bird Of Aris Moore



Now that day has come

I reach for the image

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



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

The Offered Bird Of Aris Moore
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: valentines day
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The sketch is by Aris Moore who owns all rights to the image and reproduction of the image. The image is not my intellectual or otherwise property.
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Warren Falcon

Warren Falcon

Spartanburg, South Carolina, USA
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