Warren Falcon

Bronze Star - 2,351 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 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-


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 dawn

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.

Topic(s) of this poem: valentines day

Form: Free Verse


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. Here is her website if one wishes to use the image for professional purposes:

http: //peekadoo.blogspot.com
To see the wondrous art of Aris Moore copy and paste this address:

http: //falconwarren.blogspot.com/2013/02/humble-valentine-of-offered-bird-on.html

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 14, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 28, 2017


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