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Poem Details | by Kim Merryman |
Categories: community, death, military,

Black Hawk Down

that night -
that foggy
night when the Black Hawk
crashed into the murky Santa 
Rosa Sound.  Vigils were held on the beach, candle light
casting an eerie glow through the fog as people prayed for survivors - but there
                                                                                                  were none.                                             

For Rob Carmack's Fibonacci contest.
(This happened on 3/10/15 near where I live. 7 marines and 4 National Guardsmen
lost their lives in a training mission.)

Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: absence, analogy, animal, bird, blue, corruption, dark, death, fear, feelings, flying, heartbroken, how i feel, lonely, loss, lost, pain,

The Hawk

The Hawk flys overhead
soaring everlasting in circles
around the poor field mice.

six o'clock.

The Red Sun is now parrallel
to the treeline in the West.
Six o'clock
The hawk dives down, like a speeding bullet
and snatches up a small mouse, who was walking
along the corroded barbwire fence,
with his sharpe and dangerous talans.

Six o'clock. Feeding time.
A lover is now gone from the world of field mice,
Just like that.
With the turn of a hand on a clock
Six o'clock.
With the rumble of a Hawk's empty stomach
now a fellow mouse is gone. Forever.

Sad, isn't it?

Poem Details | by Barbara Gorelick |
Categories: death, life, sad

The Hawk

His wings dark with silent purpose
Plunging into all my hidden places
Watching the beating of my heart
A form of death with many faces...

My refuge in shadowed corners
Was lost with the talon's bite
Now my life lies bleeding
Battle weary, no will to fight...

The hawk had just one agenda
My bones to the world exposed
Now an end to this sullen day
Last chapter, my book is closed...

-written for a friend who is suffering-