It sounds like this poet is describing his experience surfing blogs.
Poem: "The Mind is a Hawk," by Walter McDonald, from Night Landing © Harper and Row
The Mind is a Hawk
The mind is like a hawk, trying to survive
on hardscrabble. Hunting, you wheel
sometimes for hours on thermals
rising from sand so dry
no trees
grow native. Some days, you circle
only bones and snakeskin, the same old
cactus and mesquite. The secret
is not to give up on shadows, but glide
until nothing expects it, staring
to make a desert give up dead-still
ideas like rabbits with round eyes
and rapidly beating hearts.
The Mind is a Hawk
The mind is like a hawk, trying to survive
on hardscrabble. Hunting, you wheel
sometimes for hours on thermals
rising from sand so dry
no trees
grow native. Some days, you circle
only bones and snakeskin, the same old
cactus and mesquite. The secret
is not to give up on shadows, but glide
until nothing expects it, staring
to make a desert give up dead-still
ideas like rabbits with round eyes
and rapidly beating hearts.
brought to you by Memphis Word Nerd at 3:34 pm
3 Comments:
That was beautiful. I think I'm going to link to it right now. Thx for posting... :)
Paul Moment
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I still fail to get my kicks out of poetry in English, but I sure do agree with your comment that the poem describes something similar to blog surfing. I joined Blog Explosion a few days ago. You might have heard of it. The concept is pretty neat, but I got disenchanted very quickly. What you do is visit other members' pages and get half as many visitors in return. However the problem is that people (I am included) simply wait for the compulsory 30 seconds and then click the "next blog" button. Not much of quality reading, I'm afraid. All those hits ring hollow.
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