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michaelfirewalker
Jul 16, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Loon

LOON

native souls speak
conjure covert magics

solitary sounds
hallowed in the north
pierce wayward floating mists

noblesse of eagles’ screams
scrape the fading sky

one determined loon
seeks sacred answers
pulls them dripping
down from night

his white-striped cry
rips the blackened heaven

suddenly you know
why you were born to die

and somehow
it's all right...

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Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 9 months ago

Hi Mikey, nice to see you

Hi Mikey, nice to see you here. Great poem, I love the imagery, (esp. loons) and the last lines: "suddenly you know why you were born to die..and somehow it's all right.... Well... I would say a thunderous ovation. ~A "Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood." T. S. Eliot
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michaelfirewalker

16 years 2 months ago

Loon

Hi, dear One...sorry to be so late...too much goin' on...prob'ly shouldn't have done this at all, but have been wanting to anyway...thanks for the great comments! mikey
whitetea

whitetea

16 years 2 months ago

haunted

you have a gift with injecting urgency into your writing, i admire what you did with this. how long have you been writing?
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michaelfirewalker

16 years 2 months ago

Loon

hi whitetea...thanks for the generous comments! have been writing more than fifty years... amazes me... and where did all that time go, anyway? mikey