My Poetry  

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9/9/2006 11:02 am

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9/9/2006 11:04 am

My Poetry

Set Me Free

ike the caged canary or the tethered falcon, I am smothered by my need for unfettered freedom this morning. Yet so much sorrow creates a downdraft.

Set me free, let me arc into that great unknown void which is a future bereft of your solid rationality. I yield to its deep sadness as my heart shudders in fear.

Set Me Free, II

The tethered falcon slipped her hood and ankle restraints, looking back at her master as she took full measure of his pain last night along a foggy stretch of I-5 between Tacoma and Seattle.

Sharp-eyed yet reluctant to take the leap off his arm, she waited as was her wont for his signal, his command. In one long agonizingly painful moment she realized he had turned away because her weight on his arm was too great, her fetters had slipped, she was free to go. His heart was not into it and his hand signals had become confusing to read while she, in her sadness and confusion felt left behind. Her truth had been painfully revealed and it was too much for them both.

With one tentative leap today she takes flight, arcing into that great unknown void bereft of all the juiciness, thrills and adventures she knew with him; his friendship when she needed his fire to reinforce her backbone, his sensible, solid advice. While her heart shudders in fear, her spirit looks to the universe beyond, as slowly, her wings, stiff from 9 months of rest, begin their cadence.

I will love and miss him for a long, long time


And so I soar on the wings of rebirth, up into the eternal blue of an ever-promising sky.

No song passes my throat as my silent warrior wings carry me up into that jubilant arc. Looking back I see her below, that uncertain girl, that sorrowful shell.

I will move, stretching these wings, exhausting them until I need to rest. And resting I will find you in my triumphant heart.

You were there, here, all along.

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