The poet preys upon word, to create verse. The verse in return becomes the prey to other eyes of watch.
The bird of prey soars,
sooner or later he scores.
The eagle flies up high
while the prey refuses to die.
The vulture glides on the wind
circling to confirm his dividend.
The prey still clinging to life
struggling to survive in this
world of misery and strife.
One eye gone
down and all alone.
Awaits his fate
knowing it's his final date.
The poet circles his word
preying upon things he's
seen, experienced and heard.
His eye clings to his paper
he's on another caper.
His eye's bulge to each line of verse,
knowing he has the poetic curse.
From his eyes of watch
recorded in his heart
moving his soul to release
the prey gives in.
Birthed from the preditor
the prey could no longer hold.
A new birth blooms
to other eyes of watch.
The new arrival is helpless
knowing it has no chance.
It will be read
or maybe it will lay dead
because the preditor
has fed.
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
Beautif
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Sandie May :o)