Through the Eyes of a Hawk

That noble hawk watching from the lightpole

Messenger from the otherside

This is the year that my father died.


This is the year that I put pen to paper

Bird scratch across the empty pages

Trying to capture a lifetime

A lifetime, then, oh,

The great unknown.

I wake to the smell of coffee
And the realization
That you are not of this world
No longer of this world

I write down memories
I say your name
I study birds in the morning sky
In the hope that I can keep you alive.

Already you are fading
Day turns to deep dark night
And my brother asks for signs

I only ask for answers
What is permanent?  What is real?

(Day 11: 1 subject 30 ways #beliefpoem)

I have been writing on 1 subject (birds) all month, following the prompts posted on @amylvpoemfarm’sblog. Today’s poem was written in response to today’s prompt although it was written 2 years ago.

About katemccarrollmoore

Kate Moore’s passion is literacy, and she serves as a mentor teacher and staff developer throughout the greater Bay Area. Kate served three terms as the City of San Ramon's Poet Laureate (2012-2018); she also teaches poetry writing workshops for children and adults. Kate holds a Doctorate in Educational Leadership for Social Justice from California State University, East Bay, an M.A. in Teacher Leadership from St. Mary’s and a B.A. in English Education from SUNY Albany. She and Bob Moore are the proud parents of four beautiful grown daughters, and the smitten grandparents of six beautiful children who fill them with hope for the future.
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2 Responses to Through the Eyes of a Hawk

  1. bobmoore33 says:

    love it
    loved Walt
    love you

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