July, 2000

Poem  ©
by  Anne Talley
 

Poems are hawks
and
ideas are chickens,

The hawks soar through my brain,
see the chickens,
identify them as prey,
dive-bomb and grab them,
devour them,
and fall through my pen,

Then metamorphosize,
liquefy,
take new form as words,
voicing our ideas.
 

Originally published in the North Carolina Poetry Society's
"Award Winning Poems, 2000" 
Used with the permission of the Poet.