Friday, June 09, 2006

The flock spins

the flock spins
brilliant in the sun
wings edged white
like the sudden flick
and flash of a graceful fan

beyond yellow-flowering rabbitbrush
the fox lopes black-legged
and lean, fur tipped with light,
ears cocked behind yellow eyes

six deer are silhouetted
on the bright rim of the hill
large ears turning synchronously
one shadowed tail twitches

buffeted by wind and sun
halfway to the crest
under high branching pines
my tired cheeks burn

hair whips unbound
swimming in light
alive and beating
my heart doesn't want to settle


Blogger Dave said...


6/09/2006 1:14 PM  
Blogger mermaid said...

I love the way the flock of birds punctuate the sky like the hands of time, and you end this with your heart keeping time with each beat.

Nothing escapes you in those moments.

6/09/2006 4:34 PM  
Blogger Sky said...

WOW - what a day!

6/09/2006 6:52 PM  
Blogger Mary said...

A lovely rhythm (heartbeat) to this. And the last line....

6/09/2006 11:32 PM  
Blogger alan said...

May your heart never settle!


6/10/2006 12:47 AM  
Blogger Frankie said...

This is beautiful MB, so vivid and energized. I love your way with words and your restless heart. I've missed them, missed you!! SO glad to be back here! xoxo

6/10/2006 7:10 AM  
Blogger snowsparkle said...

this piece dances and swirls. light and form so incredibly alive... i want to just stand on the mountain peak of your poem and gasp at it's beauty. thank you for this wealth of wonder!

6/10/2006 10:55 PM  
Blogger ruth said...

Every time I come here I receive a beautiful gift.
'sudden flick and flash of a graceful fan'...woooah!

6/11/2006 12:34 AM  
Blogger Endment said...

I can see it -
thank you for the beauty of the day!

6/11/2006 3:55 AM  
Anonymous yllstonewolf said...

it's a wonderful way to be. so alive in each moment, with heart surging. i did it myself this weekend. all i need to really be happy is that smell of sun in my hair and on my skin. beautiful!

6/12/2006 9:24 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Thanks, Dave.

Mermaid, not much escapes your reading, either.

Sky, a day is a compilation of moments to be savored.

Mary, the last line is what threads the rhythm through the poem.

Alan, nor yours, nor yours!

Frankie, welcome back, oh great adventurer of enormous heart!

Snowsparkle, thank you. I'm glad you see what I had hoped to convey.

Ruth, and Endment, thank you!

Anne, the smell of sun — I almost wish they could bottle that, but I'm glad they can't!

6/12/2006 9:31 AM  
Blogger Brenda said...

I love the pulse you inscribe in everything!

6/12/2006 9:36 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Brenda, I don't think of it as the pulse I inscribe as much as the pulse I perceive!

6/14/2006 9:19 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

it would be great to bottle the days we've loved and use their essence on the sad or lonely days

6/15/2006 12:17 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Ah, Sue, I'd consider paying a pretty penny for such an essence!

6/20/2006 9:23 AM  

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