Flight

Flight short poem

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Whirling discus thrower
controlled precision, spinning
presence

concentrated energy coiled awareness
for that one release

Watcher sees and knows
at the moment of letting go
this one will be good

same dynamic
for shot putter, javelin thrower
conscious complex actions
body moved and thrown
released
to move objects through time

searching space receiving
perfection

ancient whirling rock thrower
rope and chain
humming

Medieval longbow man in battle
seeing, sensing
bending strength with strength
seeking an angle
a moment to hold steady
let go

Eagle’s capture
all that ultimately keeps us
alive

Lovers
in our movements

touch catch
breathe and caress

Watcher sees and knows
at the moment of release
this one will be good.

Poet’s Note
Mixing my memories, my awareness, of days as a quarter miler on a champion high school track team with memories of past lives and then bringing it all into the present and connecting it to the experiences of love and loving.

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b. October 29, 1945 B.A. Hamilton College 1967 married to Dagney C. Ernest board game designer, programmer, database designer and application developer, photographer, artist, poet, and free-style dancer
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