Short Hawks Poems
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To the ladies,
my youth
To the children,
my love
But to forever,
my words
Hawks that fly
—with the doves
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
The Sea Hawks each one vowed
You know what we love is a loud
Huge, incredible and great crowd
We made all the people very proud.
Go Sea Hawks.
James Thomas Horn
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the clan's totems
have been stolen -
between the awakening white teeth
of the twilight stars
they came
their blood-sucking beaks & talons
hidden under the soft feathers
they came
singing the sonorous songs
like the weaver-birds of the clan -
the songs of the hawks
lured the eagle & her eaglets
into a new dance of the forest -
& the clan's totems
have been stolen
Form:
Why do I like things
I can’t agree with
Why do I listen
when I don’t want to hear
Why am I attracted
to things that repel me
Why are my reasons
more muddled than clear
Why do I often
begin at the ending
Why do I hurt
the people I love
Why are my questions
confused by my answers
Why do my hawks
—always turn into doves
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2019)
gossamer is the breath
falling in heated touches
this first monday morning
of autumn's calling
sunrise tipped trees
smile back at the horizon
a reflection of dawn
translucid drops
roll off the curls
of leaves yearning
to quench their thirst
no rain comes
from cloudless skies
just the cries of hawks
as they cincture above
appreciating the warmth
sheathed in this day
Highway hawks perch regally
On branches way up high,
Surveying their surroundings
As the traffic passes by.
No leaves to offer camouflage,
They're easier to see
And heading to New England
Half a dozen I did see.
Though immobile, I imagine
Any second they might swoop,
Plucking rodents from the roadside
Which their talons swiftly scoop.
Glad I'm spared of such theatrics.
I enjoy their haughty pose
Which majestically inspires
Much more poetry than prose.
Unhindered by birds or stars, hawks fly over the sky.
In his fanciful glades, pursuing a fog growing heavier.
A cloud, he realizes, will fall in an unfathomable spot.
Thunder rumbles afar away, and my heart skips a beat.
The mists are moving toward the stirring leaves.
The mountains are also home to young and ibex.
Nothing isolates us from the everlasting cloud.
Where the water fills parched rural areas and hearts.
Written: July 20, 2021