To have no care of wrong or right – a villanelle
March 9, 2007
To have no care of wrong or right
have no thought but to decree,
soar and see as a hawk in flight.
Fly from dark into light
hold no sense of history
to have no care of wrong or right.
Wire your brain to plumes that fright,
know only what you need to be;
soar and see as a hawk in flight.
See the red as black and white,
kill and eat the flesh, be free
to have no care of wrong or right.
Practice not duty nor requite.
Scree hemic cries of victory.
Soar and see as a hawk in flight.
Have no pretense but your might
Take no knowledge from the tree.
To have no care of wrong or right,
soar and see as a hawk in flight.
March 10, 2007 at 11:16 pm
Great images in the poem; AMAZING image in the photo. It’s almost Mardi Gras meets pro-wrestler meets Rambo. Is it you?
March 12, 2007 at 2:36 am
Hi qazse,
Interesting thoughts and great picture, as jules notes. Dance of the Rooster or something going on there…
Regards
March 13, 2007 at 10:53 am
Jane – I like the description. It is a punching bag man which I dress up. You will be seeing more of him.
fencer, yes something primeval going on…
March 27, 2007 at 5:35 pm
Quaze. For me, this is your cave wall. This one lasts. It doesn’t matter that it has contemporary relevance. It will always mean hawk to anyone who reads it. Man as hawk. Nice work.
March 28, 2007 at 9:31 am
David – thank you so much. I am impressed you recall the cave wall.
November 28, 2007 at 8:14 pm
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August 10, 2008 at 2:52 am
At least the hawk has its reason- it is an animal doing what it must to survive.
What’s his excuse?
August 11, 2008 at 10:39 am
not enough humanity?