voice of the bird
winter lanscape devoid of heat
the tranquil plane of ice and snow
a december loneliness
which exists
alone in the forest,
far away from humanity
I seek this seclusion,
fleeing from the sun
breaking a trail of necessity
simple and pragmatic
useful as an axe
as luxurious as a compass
I say to raven,
my best friend--
you are my joy
heroic cackler
as he circles above me
landing in the top
of the highest tree
the tranquil plane of ice and snow
a december loneliness
which exists
alone in the forest,
far away from humanity
I seek this seclusion,
fleeing from the sun
breaking a trail of necessity
simple and pragmatic
useful as an axe
as luxurious as a compass
I say to raven,
my best friend--
you are my joy
heroic cackler
as he circles above me
landing in the top
of the highest tree
posted by robadair at 1:17 PM
1 Comments:
rob adair. sorry it’s taken this long to get back to you, but i’ve been over at my fiancée’s for the long weekend (insert explanation here). actually, i didn’t find you at this poetry blog of yours (been periodically googling you and finally found a contactable link!). you are one of the few people I’ve been trying to locate. i think that we should develop a communiqué, as the ideas of yours and the other things I remember about you combined with the poetry i’ve been reading (that you’ve posted) impress me! let’s be correspondents! please email me at this address: jcmylar@hotmail.com
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