Saturday, September 6, 2014

Ninety Six . . . .

Totem Song
by Stormcat

melancholy tonight are the hawks that sit on the wire
watching the charge that lives under their totem struggle
will he not finally listen to the wind whispering answers
to his yearning heart warning of hidden futility of
pushing the curtain of desire of seeking the trappings
of temptations’ reward not sins as some would admonish
just wasteful exercises with an outcome of disappointment

hawks know the wind well, they ride its boisterous lifting
song and soar the stratosphere thereon feeling the joy and
pain of its well traveled truth as having touched every nook
it brings the news across the far reaches of the heavens
news of love and pain, news of loss and gain, news that
inspires, news that teaches, news to frighten all creatures
even mirth of shocking birth death and life and futile strife

hawks bear his heart upon their wings and search his lost
desire bring news of meadows green blue skies over
waters serene and wherever goes that wandering muse
who seems to hold the source they'll bring back news
to guide him to all excellence and genius that only she
inspires when she lets rest his head on her firm breasts
that his ever searching soul at last will calmness know.

the world awaits that rapterous flight to catalyze
great love and usher in a rare and necessary truth beyond
the reach of solitary inspiration a synergistic truth
couched in the locked souls of the struggling individuals
unlocked only by their union their acquiescence to follow
the laws of universal rightness their mutual willingness

to join those hawks soaring on the true song of the wind

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  1. To have a hawk as totem.. What a beautiful image you create of how they soar the sky above.. There is a sense of freedom in a flight like that.. A sense of dread for its prey though.

  2. "hawks know the wind well," reads like an adage...

  3. one of the things i always hoped since a kid was to fly...not as superman, but as a feel the wind and the muscles move know the wind such...would be a powerful feeling...

  4. How I adore the hawks in this poem - riding the wind, "feeling the joy and the pain of the well traveled truth", bearing "his heart upon their wings", as he longs for the love that will lift him up "to join those hawks soaring on the true song of the wind." Very beautiful. May it be just as you have written it!

  5. true song of the wind.. to feel that freedom, to live that... beautiful.

  6. Great soaring and settling piece!

  7. What a joy it would be to soar with the hawks!

  8. Beautiful portrait of hawks. I don't normally like hawks because they eat my chickens.

  9. What a lovely invocation of the hawk spirit and channeling their energies with yours as you embark on your journey ~ I sense a bit of native myth in your verses M ~ You were spot on with your comments in my blog ~ Wishing you happy week ~

  10. I love to see the hawk circling overhead and hear it's screech - once it must have gotten too close to a nest and it was interesting to see the two small birds dip and badger it away from the nest.

  11. To soar with the strength of the hawk is the ultimate freedom. The muse inspiring him to freedom excellence and power charged creativity...but like Icarus must be mindful not to fly too close to the sun.

  12. This is beautiful. I love how you write of the wind, the hawk and ultimately freedom to be. I enjoyed reading this so much.

  13. Your description is full of rich detail. You have captured the majesty of the birds.

  14. i love the form of this poem. and the long sentences give the effect of the long distances the hawk has flown. and i really like how you break up the last line at the end of the poem.