(An ode to my typing skills: 0) .)
Like a circling hawk, over the corn,
Searching in patient swoops,
An index finger, so forlorn,
In ever decreasing loops.
Then like a kestrel, hovers,
Above his chosen prey,
Drops like a stone, all alone
To stab the letter ''A''.
lol.. you may have terrible typing skills, but what beautiful poems have come out of it! :)
haha, I liked this one very much.....this little bird touch types.
beautiful. interestingly i am now typing in the dark, so yea.. those fingers have a hawk's vision
The hawk is a great simile Laurie. You have much skill and imagery how you take yourself to another place to continue the theme, 10 Karin Anderson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Giggles! Enjoyed this and saw it so very clearly!