I've always wanted to be able to share my poems. I haven't cared about being published, but I do know that people who have read them are often touched in some way; they say "that's how I feel" or "finally someone has put it into words". They relate. I love poetry...the kind that makes you *feel* and react...so if I can do that...well, I think I've done a bit of good.

I think we in this generation especially often feel so alone; it's hard to reach out, so if someone can reach out to us and touch us in a way that isn't threatening and says "Hey, I feel what you feel," I think it makes us feel less isolated. You know?

Love, Hawk

Wait Beyond my window
Winter white sculpts fantasy:
Other-world images,
Diamond-bright silent
Cascade.
Stillness in motion,
It whispers "wait",
Muffles sound
And gentles sorrow.

In my mind a highway curves
Into a world of infinite wonder,
Luring me beyond these walls
Of my soul's incarceration.
Deep in the stillness of my heart
Lives one who would be free;
Untimely intrusions shatter dreams
And intrigue with despair.
But beyond my window
Winter white whispers
"Wait".

Kara Red Hawk

     

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