I will be away and I am not sure if I will have internet access...
Be well and don't forget me...

-Corby

Hi :-)
Just want to all to know that the poems are a fiction, they are sometimes based on little observations but really they are not factual. Just as an FYI... so relax and enjoy but don't get too crazy....

air kisses
-Corby

Were you afraid I had the wrong idea?
she watched me cautiously
wondering what I might do
you seemed not to notice
it was strained
I sensed it as if I were intruding and not a guest
the cold glass sweated sticking on the coaster
the water eased my thick throat
how brutal this exchange
what game have I entered so unwittingly?
played out and I still even now
cannot escape my desire for you
Her casual rehearsal
as she listened in for clues
I felt her the entire time
listening to the notes we sang
the chords of the conversation underneath
what was she wanting to hear
would I confess?
Give away all messages of my meaning?
Instead I distractedly spoke
as you distractedly listened
keep me like a jewel
a topaz close to you
so close but in the pocket
not glittering facets in the light
I wanted to rise up
hold my head higher as she bent
and you next to me even then I could feel you
as I covered it deep my yellow reflection
how it surfaces as you walked up
all in black coincidence
beautiful and greeting me
you saw my true face
before it closed as she walked over
before I had to shield it
put in proper decorum
now days pass
hours, years, and I am forced to admit
this dream may be only for fools
but for you I work
my brush reaches out past the edges of iris petals
one last time
she cuts the lemons
yellow globes split on the white counter top
and I wonder at myself, what I am trying to slice
how here I come in and invited stay
and uninvited love
see you at your table
watching all my hopes falter
you reached out once to touch my back
but seeing her dropped your hand
as if I would break too fragile
but I carry this alone
her smile comes and goes
as you keep yourself from me
angry you leave in rush
lemon primroses edging a final salute
for the thousandth time I wanted to kiss you
so I looked away knowing you might find it on my face
saddened that I have become so dangerous
to warrent supervision
when not once have I ever given you reason to fear
the sun was not yet setting,
sitting on the cutting board
but my beloved it has for me
the cut was quick in her skilled hands
the last spring iris brought in
set in its place amongst your table
the painting sat leaning against the wall
the heron silently hunting.

by the Corby hawwwwkkkk...

Stranded

She waits and preens herself
by the riverside
rain washes her feathers
as she picks them clean
She waits
for those flown far past to tundra
a chorus of communion
she could not join
laying their eggs amongst the flowers
gold grasses, lichen
She waits
once more to greet their southward return
her moment will come as they land
gliding down like snowfall
white and black surround her
she cries out, joins the mass, disappears
and flies away from winter.

-By the Corbyhawk herself who cares for people who care for birds...

iris for him

I know I know stop it.
You know what? I still think he is just delicious. So what?
Would I sneak a piece of that? Yep
Am I bad for thinking that?
no I do not regret it
I will be good if I must
it is ok
it will all work out as it should
or not
oh but man can I dream-yum.

because of a dream

and I would quietly come through the door
smiling at you, looking up at those eyes
the depth of them, your nose hawking out
get closer some bit of courage and it is not you and me
not with all the excess but just a man and a woman
consumed with desire
maybe I would start there with your cheek
the faint brush of it under my lips, the edge of bristle
I'd have to touch you with my tongue find your mouth
lay your clothes around me as I find you
every inch
every moment
ah silly dreams that are not mine to dream
too bad I still want you

Hi all I will be out and about for the weekend. Check out these funky nests at Cornell here and enter your own picture!

I need this today...

and your pure mask of another sign.
The sea's childhood and your silence
where the crystals of wisdom shattered.
Your rigid ignorance where
my torso was circumscribed by fire.
What I gave you, Apollonian man, was the standard of love,
fits of tears with an estranged nightingale.

...traces and signs of what might be...
Your waist of restless sand
follows only trails that do not climb.
But in every corner I must look for your warm soul

From Your Childhood in Menton
By-Federico Garcia Lorca

the corby misses her sweet muse

thief

But as she broke off the flowers at the same moment the twelve brothers were changed into twelve crows, and flew off into the forest....

-The Twelve Brothers Grimm's Fairy Tales

Very tired tonight-lots and lots of hiking-

this website is pretty funny, if you have that odd off-key humor that I have....here

I was not always polite, not always biddable. The monotony bored me. I despised the everlasting red tape, the sheep-like stupidity. What one did, all did, and because they always had done such and such it meant that they always must.

-Emily Carr