Old Buzzard

by Maple Tree   Apr 10, 2012


An old buzzard does a spiraled dance
upon winds of a rotten mist,
spotting a doe with a breathless stare.

Diving towards a gold dust supper,
between day and midnight,
a sunset whispers "caution".

"The doe hath frolicked upon meadows
of beautiful flowers, tasted crystal pools
of ageless waterfalls, and her soul is pure"

Ebony wings reached high and wide,
embracing the soul of a passing dear,
how could she feast upon the innocent?

Sacred spirits echo compassion,
humanity sings, as peace dies
with dignity....

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  • 12 years ago

    by Meme

    What a great openning you got in here Andrea, I absolutely love it. It captures your attention immediatly and opens the gates of your thoughts.
    It got me thinking alot, and I love poems that make me want to read them again and again.

    Great work dear.

  • 12 years ago

    by Ms Happiness

    I truly liked the opening stanza, it cought my complete attention.
    Awesome poem Andrea:)

  • 12 years ago

    by Lostlove1

    As I child I watched many times buzzards circling over a dead animal. I love the detail to this Maple you have nailed it perfectly...I do question this line:

    soul of a passing dear,
    ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

    Using dear this way puts a whole new meanng and spin on this piece!

    Much enjoyed.
    Lostlove

  • 12 years ago

    by Decayed

    I am fond in the way you have opened this, 'spiraled dance' .. so mind-blowing, and maybe rhythmic, too.

    Such a dense message you have portrayed here.
    Beautiful, Andrea.

  • 12 years ago

    by Chelsey

    I know its so cliche' to leave a comment saying "the imagery was beautiful", but honestly, it was! Your details were so poetic, so pretty, and I think the perfect word was used when Liz said "majestic"

    I didnt know getting into detail about a bird could so amazing.

    I also loved the personification in this piece. I love personification in poems!! Great job as always :)