Leslie Philibert Poet Free verse

Der Turmfalke

The weight inside a dive;
Drop against the wind;
The reduced quilt of cornfields

Falls over the horizon,
Covers a mess of houses
And lanes,bangs like a wet 

Cloth; heed the hunter`s eyes !
The terrible beauty of sinking
In air, the small last second.

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Andrea Dietrich August 17, 2014 at 11:40 AM I went to google this word. Is this about the death of a small bird? Wow, it makes quite an IMPACT. pun intended. Your poem is stunning. Leslie Philibert November 18, 2014 at 9:50 AM Hallo Andrea..it`s a falcon found often on churches or buildings !

Richard Lamoureux August 17, 2014 at 8:50 AM Intriguing piece that has me wondering if this is a person or a bird. Leslie Philibert November 18, 2014 at 9:51 AM Hallo Richard, it`s the German word for falcon, thanks for looking at this.

Anne-Lise Andresen August 16, 2014 at 12:12 PM - Leslie, a great poem - well done - happy weekend :) - oxox // Anne-Lise :) Leslie Philibert November 18, 2014 at 9:52 AM Used a bit of German here, as a line-grabber !

Sara Kendrick August 16, 2014 at 10:29 AM Interesting work..I think that this is from a sky diving perspective?..Enjoyed reading this morn..Thanks for dropping by..Sara Leslie Philibert November 18, 2014 at 9:52 AM Hallo Sara, thanks for looking at this