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    Seldom Croaked The Hawk
    Seldom Croaked The Hawk
    Seldom Croaked The Hawk
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    Seldom Croaked The Hawk

    By Daniel McCosh

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    Daniel McCosh weaves his love of nature and spiritualism into this collection which finds music and meaning within the cycles of life. Daniel observes the world often from the perspective of a painter, in layers of colour and textures. Many of the poems speak of animals and nature having souls and spiritual lives, in the same way that humans may exist in the afterlife. There is a sense of being grateful to humanity's ancestry and a responsibility to care for nature, on the Earth we have stewardship over. Certainly, Daniel finds meaning within nature's wisdom and is humble in its presence. Celebrating diversity and multiculturalism, this is a modern poetry collection which seeks to find love and joy in the world above all else.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBooks on Demand
    Release dateMar 14, 2021
    ISBN9783753413327
    Seldom Croaked The Hawk
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    Daniel McCosh

    Daniel McCosh is a poet and translator based in Fürth, Germany, originally from the UK. He writes poetry from the soul in English and German and is passionate about conserving our natural heritage, finding joy in unexpected places and spreading the magic of poetry in its many forms.

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      Book preview

      Seldom Croaked The Hawk - Daniel McCosh

      Contents

      Teaching tales

      Sialia

      Goldfinch

      Bird Colonel

      Orchidea

      Blessings

      Stop, Thief!

      Rasputin’s Secret

      Lashes

      Palace of Varieties

      Destinations

      Headwinds

      Barefoot at Midnight

      Jazz Poets

      Side A

      Side B

      Side C

      Side D

      Messages in the sand

      Coal

      Extravagant Venus

      Brighter

      Threads

      Nishikigoi

      Immortality

      Painting the Sea

      Mercury

      Yellow Sou’wester

      Feathers in the Sand

      Wind Spirits

      Brushes

      Blissfully

      Retreat

      Coprinopsis Atramentaria

      Minstrels and Minerals

      Hunted

      Relief

      Winter Study

      Morning Frost

      Sapling

      Freedom

      Ardhanarishvara

      Nursery

      TEACHING TALES

      Ever one for a grand entrance

      He swooped onto discarded branches

      Hopping from foot to foot.

      At home in the air, it might’ve been enquired

      How his bandy legs could bear a body

      Hewn from the blackwood bear;

      He would’ve rebuffed this impudence with a haughty caw.

      He inclined to tell his teaching tales

      With a choice morsel beak-dangling.

      He digested reality;

      Spat it back out,

      Distaste of a scorned sommelier.

      Seated on stone,

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