Charmaine Chircop

My Maltese falcon and falconer
Of words, soaring above the net of love
I use to walk from tree to tree
To hear on earth the strangest thing
The falcon that flies and sing
And every house and every yard
In world that was all soup
Cherished you, so beloved your thoughts
So beloved you
I heard a feather fell and became a spring
Came to drink of it
And find you not again
Singing from limb nor rill like before
Did ever a heart tell so sweetly?
Did ever a falcon hunt so obscurely
In the forest of the passion bright?
What pining and what longing we did feel
Fishes pierce by beak and reel,
O sweet love, O verse beyond compare
How shall I let you fade into dust
And all the shadow of my jasmine bringer disappear?
How shall I forget friendship and trust
When we built the old camaraderie here?
But these virtual walls hold me now to despair
What if my friends need me
What if time has shaken their human crust
Against the global village now I rage
That bid us fly in a bigger cage
I cannot hunt this imagination alone
I need the falcon to guard my throne.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Dietrich Avatar
December 27, 2010 at 10:24 PM
INtereting bird you see her as. I see her more as a smaller bird that sings very beautifully. But falcons must sing too according to your poem. She is indeed a very sweet spirit who I have come to love here too. LUv, Andrea
Smalling Avatar
December 26, 2010 at 9:26 AM
Need to rate you, Shango, sorry I foget the house keeping duties. You drunk one's mind with people.
Smalling Avatar
December 26, 2010 at 9:24 AM
John, glad you keep in touch like that. The friendships here are truly real. She is indeed a sweet person ... the water sprite.
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December 26, 2010 at 4:42 AM
and so is she among faithful friends and loves. faithful until the end. i call her several things ; falcon, mermaid, princess. for she has been a pet to us all. john
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