tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297337732024-03-12T19:21:49.511-07:00AlaeThe rustling of wingsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1852125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733773.post-76788108147104836562015-06-14T19:17:00.001-07:002015-06-14T19:17:45.703-07:00Pelicans came today, flying out of the empty gray sky. Four of them gliding over me as I looked up. I let it go today and said it cannot be. I opened my hands and threw my love up to the sky and thanked him for the gift of our time together. Four pelicans where they should not be, too far East heading West. Who are you? Where are you going? What comes tomorrow? Where are we flying? This is now and I will trust.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733773.post-31588558702082305952014-09-01T18:19:00.003-07:002014-09-01T18:19:57.952-07:00Even in your arms<br />
I was not safe<br />
from your doubt<br />
you beat me with it<br />
over and over again<br />
its coldness<br />
held us prisoner<br />
of another cruel remark<br />
and I was ready<br />
to give you everything. <br />
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kaw kaw by the CorbyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733773.post-73275557437177755192014-08-31T07:31:00.001-07:002014-08-31T07:31:00.396-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733773.post-25743329537471246812014-08-31T07:27:00.000-07:002014-08-31T07:27:39.646-07:00The owls came to us and I did not know how much they were going to rip me out of my life. Their gold eyes held the colors of the sunset, the colors thrown on you in that truck. The colors reflected in the blue of your eyes as you looked at me. We were both ready to change and as I embraced you, I knew I could not return to the way things were ever again. Now I have left you and the memory of those cold days we found each other in the winter landscape. I wonder what will happen when the snow comes again? Will the owls return to make me face myself yet again and die the death they promise? Or will the fields be empty of them? I know I will look for them as I will look for you and your white truck. I will scan the horizon for the falling sun and remember the taste of your mouth. I will always mourn that life could not make us a pair the way I wanted to be. Goodbye is the tragedy of time. In a world that marches ever forward I can't manage to stop the pace, I can't manage to go back to that first kiss. The one that opened me like a door to all the worlds I was missing. So today is empty of you and tomorrow will be as well. You may never understand why I had to take care of my own business first, because I didn't then. I had to close all the doors before I could truly let you in. I needed to know I was doing this for myself and not for you. I could never expect you to understand why or wait for me. You have waited long enough, as I have. Lifetimes, centuries, years, minutes, hours. We had it once while those gold eyes watched us. We had something people search for their entire lives and never find. Maybe there will be owls come winter and they will greet me in the empty fields. Maybe I will see your white truck sitting on the side of the road watching them too and remembering us. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733773.post-34206788384407086232014-07-13T20:12:00.001-07:002014-07-13T20:12:52.284-07:00Rough Legged Hawk<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733773.post-53344362017508352722014-07-13T20:03:00.000-07:002014-07-13T20:03:22.963-07:00<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
The Hawk </div>
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Your wings are like souls</div>
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as you float</div>
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within the landscape of sky</div>
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tipping over the axis of land.</div>
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Elemental in your wandering</div>
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my heart wishes to follow</div>
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the distortion of all things</div>
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scaling down.</div>
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Dropping cares moment by moment</div>
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on my rooted feet I watch.</div>
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Gravity</div>
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You sweep down then up</div>
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tip over the trees </div>
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and disappear from view.</div>
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By the Corby Hawk </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733773.post-50477518938427187822013-02-25T17:10:00.002-08:002013-02-25T17:10:09.631-08:00the Lonely<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733773.post-26903139848181562832013-02-11T18:20:00.000-08:002013-02-11T18:20:24.064-08:00windi am not allowed to long for you<br />
<br />
the wind has been endless<br />
raging over and to you<br />
your sentences left falling off<br />
married to married to<br />
your un-seperate self<br />
it is easier to want to hate<br />
not longing howling<br />
shaking trees moving everything<br />
who was i?<br />
blind by tossed ash<br />
the dust of what i had<br />
neglected<br />
pale like breath in comparison<br />
to the gale<br />
when i lost him<br />
i left<br />
your hands held no knowledge<br />
to the songs of his blasts<br />
that shook me<br />
and carried me<br />
until at last<br />
i broke<br />
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corby<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733773.post-38891794237623928592013-01-08T17:23:00.002-08:002013-01-08T17:26:23.631-08:00Bird Left Behind<br />
BY SOPHIE CABOT BLACK<br />
<br />
As for her, the circumstances must be ordinary<br />
And so the return.<br />
Door unlocked. The path mowed<br />
Right to the oiled gate; the pasture<br />
<br />
Cleared of stone and alder. All untouched<br />
Enough to enter. The man or woman<br />
Off down the valley or working above<br />
<br />
Treeline. No other sound but a few strays<br />
Hurrying through the dusk as if the end<br />
Will begin, certain and with nothing<br />
<br />
More to say. She does not know she does not know.<br />
Having come back to find her kind<br />
And none being left she took herself up<br />
Into a tree unclear what to do next save only<br />
Sing the song she wanted sung back to her.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733773.post-54128398247345854232012-10-18T17:52:00.001-07:002012-10-18T17:52:34.311-07:00So I will write this to the Corbyhawk
although I was once the Corbyhawk
in my vision
I was blind I thought
for a moment but
it was gone and now I am shaking myself
thinking what a silly fool am I?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733773.post-73877921442991871612012-10-12T19:10:00.001-07:002012-10-12T19:10:24.832-07:00My enraged talent
Bites off its tail
Circling around and around
Itself it is ultimately doomed
To fail...
I miss my muse
Maybe next sat?? Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733773.post-17035963491379399882012-10-02T18:44:00.001-07:002012-10-02T18:54:59.772-07:00<br />
I build this shack<br />
and call it love<br />
hang out cheap plastic baubles<br />
to tempt the eye<br />
Falling through floorboards<br />
It cannot hold you up.<br />
I hold this lie called hope<br />
that someone will come in<br />
and re-model.<br />
<br />
By the CorbyhawkUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733773.post-25651041806318796482012-09-22T13:20:00.001-07:002012-09-22T13:23:01.518-07:00Pomegranate
on my lips<br />
I had no idea<br />
your sweetness<br />
was a death sentence<br />
<br />
Offered by your hands<br />
for a lifetime<br />
I was forced
to return to you<br />
and once again feel
the agony of our parting<br />
<br />
To re-live the moment<br />
when I looked into your eyes<br />
and found the echoes
of my own soul<br />
<br />
Now ripped forth<br />
into the
kingdom of the living<br />
dry and sun worn<br />
the corn is dying on the plant<br />
<br />
Once this was your place<br />
we walked in the tall grass<br />
you offered me the food from your lips<br />
and proclaimed it sacred
<br />
The raw starchy kernels<br />
burst under my teeth<br />
filling my mouth<br />
with the milk of life<br />
<br />
How did we turn to dying?<br />
You offering the fruit
that keeps me here forever.<br />
<br />
-Corbyhawk as PersephoneUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733773.post-60391469086416670122012-09-21T17:39:00.001-07:002012-09-21T17:42:32.094-07:00<br />
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<span style="color: white;">Afar away the light that brings cold cheer</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Unto this wall, - one instant and no more</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Admitted at my distant palace-door</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Afar the <nobr><a class="FAtxtL" href="http://www.victorianweb.org/painting/dgr/drawings/5.html#" id="FALINK_2_0_1" style="background-color: black !important; border-bottom-color: rgb(28, 125, 255) !important; border-bottom-style: solid !important; border-bottom-width: 1px !important; display: inline !important; padding-bottom: 1px !important; text-decoration: none;">flowers</a></nobr> of Enna from this drear</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Dire fruit, which, tasted once, must thrall me here.</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Afar those skies from this Tartarean grey</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">That chills me: and afar how far away,</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">The nights that shall become the days that were.</span></div>
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<span style="color: white;">Afar from mine own self I seem, and wing</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Strange ways in thought, and listenfor a sign:</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">And still some heart unto some soul doth pine,</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">O, Whose sounds mine inner sense in fain to bring,</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Continually together murmuring) —</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">'Woe me for thee, unhappy Proserpine'.</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">— D. G. Rossetti</span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733773.post-80581870269873584272012-09-16T17:36:00.003-07:002012-09-16T17:36:41.407-07:00Pomegranate<br />
on my lips<br />
I had no idea<br />
your sweetness<br />
was a death sentence<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
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-kaw kaw kiryee by the Corbyhawk herself<br />
who misses you, the one who is still here still marking time in moments you<br />
<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733773.post-26697197865355049132012-08-22T18:42:00.000-07:002012-08-22T18:44:49.040-07:00I love you and I hate you<br />
I hate you because I still love you<br />
I love you because you are not here<br />
I hate you because you are not here<br />
I hate you because time is passing<br />
I love you because time is passing<br />
I love you are not mine<br />
I hate you are not mine<br />
I hate her she is yours<br />
I wanted to be better<br />
I wanted to rip down the stars for you<br />
I wanted to stand at your feet and praise you<br />
I wanted to be your muse your moment your future<br />
I wanted to be my own future<br />
I wanted to find you and discover someone in my work<br />
I wanted to be less alone<br />
I wanted you to hear my voice see my voice<br />
I want to see you<br />
but I won't because I have to hate you<br />
it is easier then heartbreak<br />
I know heartbreak<br />
It stings the teeth<br />
rips the day is leaving<br />
love and lost love and lost again again<br />
I lost my mouth my eyes my words<br />
I say nothing again and again nothingUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733773.post-4502277605793526852012-08-19T19:55:00.003-07:002012-08-19T19:58:13.585-07:00<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td> Old Time is still a-flying:</td><td style="text-align: right;" valign="TOP"><div style="text-align: left;">
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<tr><td>And this same flower that smiles to-day</td><td style="text-align: right;" valign="TOP"><div style="text-align: left;">
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<tr><td> To-morrow will be dying.<br />
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<span style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-center;"> Robert Herrick</span>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733773.post-12607032616238439732012-08-01T18:34:00.001-07:002012-08-01T18:34:53.961-07:00daisy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733773.post-89968798968008015302012-07-31T18:48:00.000-07:002012-07-31T18:48:31.537-07:00Saying this is like speaking to the wind<br />
As if it will carry my voice to your ear<br />
its hush as I say your name<br />
or like you hearing my words<br />
in a bird's song<br />
the whistle of notes a perfect melody<br />
and still I dream it<br />
still I wake to voice you<br />
to say those words<br />
However wide the worlds<br />
that breath blows in<br />
it travels<br />
across rocks, oceans,<br />
wide plains of grass<br />
your name echoed<br />
a thousand times<br />
in the leaves of wheat<br />
in the sinking whoosh of the sunset<br />
Hear the voice<br />
calling out<br />
calling you home<br />
stand in this place and hear me<br />
All the world stops<br />
What reaches my waiting ear,<br />
the sound of my own name.<br />
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By the Corbyhawk herself<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733773.post-54070606972817010212012-07-24T06:30:00.001-07:002012-07-24T06:30:13.697-07:00Perseverance<br />
that word fell<br />
from your tongue<br />
as if they had seen inside<br />
from me to you<br />
how little we know<br />
of knowing<br />
and our wisdom stands<br />
wringing her idle hands<br />
calling herself aged.<br />
<br />
-in Honor of the Peregrine who has flown from this world<br />
by the CorbyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733773.post-77261552742998699692012-07-22T17:30:00.003-07:002012-07-22T18:22:30.140-07:00Bird I should have flown
driven, walked, crawled<br />
back to my beloved's door<br />
to sit upon the threshold
and sing a hundred songs of love<br />
I sent you in my stead<br />
fearing the loss of everything<br />
sitting on the path
my beloved had crossed<br />
<br />
Your song did not reach the ear<br />
the light bounded out of
the windows<br />
reflecting you<br />
my memory washed away<br />
my beloved mourning me gone<br />
Bird no sweetness
could pierce the heart<br />
as one word
falling from my beloved's tongue<br />
Diving in midair
only to be caught again<br />
rising above
breathed into my dreams<br />
I lay at the doorway
one hundred thousand prayers<br />
I utter the wind
that carries you.<br />
<br />
-goodbye sweet Cernunnos by the Corbyhawk herselfUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733773.post-67287082888113936412012-07-20T07:32:00.002-07:002012-07-20T07:32:02.145-07:00To make yourself unavailable is to make yourself eventually unnecessary.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733773.post-35724366150447855012012-07-06T18:02:00.001-07:002012-07-06T18:02:15.501-07:00HomeDiscouraging being home, like the wind is suddenly out of my sails. I feel uncreative and I just miss the freedom of being gone. Now I am home and restless... I need some kind of change in a positive way, not that things are bad. They are tepid and I have a desire to stir up the pot. Pull anchor and go see if I can find you because I miss all that....Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29733773.post-34417572299761889072012-04-23T18:05:00.002-07:002012-04-23T18:05:55.483-07:00Time makes us leave each other. A window looking out and for a moment action happens. The days have more then a number and we get close to a deeper dream. It brushes my fingers as I reach and just there for a fleeting moment I can feel it. Then it flits away gracefully spins as time passes again. The days regain their numbers, the hours tick me further away from the touch of it. I try to remember, to relive it. It evades me and it is heartbreak. I cannot find it again, not so real as it was. I am older now and still my courage fails me. I wear, weathered soul that faces the slow drip of the ordinary day. How is it that all this time can pass and with one moment I am back on a path I thought I had already traveled the length of? These dreams are all tied-up together, your eye on my eye. How glorious and how miserable. I swore off of longing, made to stay away and try to forget. In one span of a second, a glimpse and it rushes back as if it has never left. How was the view? Could you see the battle raging? Then you are the only one aware of it. I paint the endless gaps away, marking them with line and color. It gives them a shape, a hope. The subject is not so relevant as the passage of paint. The marks a ticking notation of a life silently forced to watch what it most wants to touch again. Time makes us come back together in an endless loop. We circle in widening arcs in and out ever upwards chasing paths. Stay close, do not fade again.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0