Raging Eagle..

Closed wings, a hidden plumage,

Like a broken beak of raging eagle,

Suffering pain, claws had no flaws

but of no use...State of mind stubborns.

Perception and misconception

towards visualising things led to damage,

Anyhow, Life is a lesson worth experiencing,

Though suffering is a choice..

I say Face it..

Suffering Eagle drawn to tears

Shedding like erupting volcano,

But suffered and raised from

Burning core of earth to survive...

This survival is not an act of living

It's a rebirth of raging eagle 

turning into king of air

waiting for queen to share his throne..

Finally a day did come where I 

seen my eagle hunting....

 

Reviews

[Anjali]

It's an empowering write! I can feel the power and energy in it as I was reading it. The last line is my favorite. I loved it.

[Nora]

This gave me hope ❤ i can't even express how i loved this one , it's so powerful

[apennylate]

Wow... The survival of the eagle made phoenix... A misconception of perception can be... Damaging... Very well penned...

[Coyote Poetry]

To be a raging eagle. I would like this.
"This survival is not an act of living
It's a rebirth of raging eagle
turning into king of air
waiting for queen to share his throne.."
The above lines. I did like. You create visions an possibilities with the amazing poetry dear Surya.
Coyote

[Surya]

Thank you so much John...:)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear friend.

[Hope]

Your new way of writing really rocks Surya:)
A meaningful poem indeed!
Great poem.

[Surya]

Haha, it worked then....Thank you so much Neetha...:)

[Hope]

My pleasure:)

[Anthony (aka Mr.e)]

Loved the imagery Surya, and the content reflects the majesty of an eagle, much enjoyed...

[Surya]

Thank you so much for your kind visit and words, am glad you loved it...:)

[wordman]

the most majestic bird in the sky

[Surya]

Haha, Yeah the most.....Thank you Wordman...:)

[emmajoy]

What mightY words are these, so finely laid, Surya.
There are times when one feels it impossible to find peace somewhere inside. Whatever hides, simmering, festers more and more.. then explodes into soaring fury til spent, in pain, distorted. Time sleeps, becomes static.. , the fury fades until.. The will and power slowly, slowly returns to display what was near destroyed by its own culpability. Deep breath, deep emotions in check, the eagle regains its proud composure, its true and precious Self. Perhaps.

[Surya]

That's true actually, it regains it's strength after loss and turns much powerful Than any......Thank you Emma for your kind visit and words, am glad for them...:)

[duff]

Very interesting Surya. A creature of strength and powerful standing. I think deep down we all have a side to us that can rage on and explode at moments. It's up to us to keep that in line. I like your perspective. Thought provoking stuff. Great job my friend.

[Surya]

Yeah it's upto us....Thank you Duff for your kind visit and warm words, am glad for them...:)

[duff]

Very welcome!

[barleygirl]

I find this startling becuz so often eagles are portrayed as simply strong & noble . . . but actually, as a predator, eagles are fierce. I like seeing an eagle depicted as rage, which is thought-provoking. Maybe we each have an eagle inside us, as described in your poem . . . it can come out as raging fierce or rebirth of family connections. I'm also intrigued by your volcano analogy . . . which is very much like rage, festering inside with burning-hot magma. This poem offers imagery to spark the reader's imagination and lessons to make the reader think.

[Surya]

Hope they did....Thank you Margie for your kind visit and words, am glad for them...:)