Not An Eagle Yet

Trying things.

 

We

of the gloomy and grounded ilk salute you.

 

You,

hollow-boned, sailor of sky, rides on-high,

thermals take you beyond beyond.

Eagle-eye locked on vermin as they scurry

neath grass

unaware of

your silent pass,

passing effortlessly

as the Sun strokes noon.

 

Grace, eloquence, power...

come to mind

when I think,

fragmentary,

thoughts of your existence

and your aesthetic...

makes me almost believe in

gods and magic

with little regard to the

tragic sty that is my

flightless

life.

 

Sky-king,

with your mono-egg laying ways,

life-long courtships...

must be nice

to leave as you please with the

next burst of warmth,

the next Summer breeze.

 

Lucky b******s,

eagles are.

Reviews

[Michael X]

other than the form needing work, I like the dynamics, the meter started nice
than gradually became choppy and blocky, doesnt justify such a great vision-
with originality and precise wording, Nice poem, I enjoyed the scope of depth

[Pointblank]

What an ambition. Qualities hard to live up too. I loved the idea of this write. Its beautiful, honest and telling. Good form good flow. The imagery took me on a journey also but im sure your life is not a sty or flightless. Look at this poem. You wrote it. It flies.

[Lady Lazarus.]

Lucky b******s made me laugh!
such a beautiful piece of work.
full of insight,isolation and sadness.
amazing flow and a style that is always new.

[Katrina]

wow. that flowed so unbelievably well -- expect i believe it. it is after all you. jesus though, you must get more brilliant every day. there wasn't one awkward part in this poem. it was all so seamless and free -- like flying.

into the favorites.

xxx