General Poetry posted June 7, 2016

This work has reached the exceptional level
a new view of the world is needed


by mfowler

A soaring hawk broke from its straddling sweep
And dropped like heavy stones upon my mind.
Its amber eyes through air disturbed my sleep
Till apathy and scruples realigned.
The bird, now rare, like ethics in our time,
Ascended with blithe spirit on its wings.
I watched its hopeful, hapless beauty climb
Above the fading fields of human kings.
But life still finds its niche in tiny cracks;
With help - not greed - the hawk can claim the skies,
And man can tip-toe, cover trampled tracks,
To see the world through sharper, wiser eyes.
The soaring hawk rides eddies on God's breath
Appraising progress and its looming death.


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