by Scott Utley
I am your mother. Ive made love to the moon.
You are a bird, downy-garbed, and not yet ready to fly.
Ive drank the Earths tears, and each day I go high.
Youre wide-eyed, lovely, and filled with questions why.
Partake of my wisdom, and together, we'll kiss the sky.
Posted on 03/07/2007
Copyright © 2020 Scott Utley
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 03/07/07 at 05:34 PM|
this is lovely.
|Posted by Heide McAlister-Bates on 03/07/07 at 09:07 PM|
I'm lovin' this one, Scott. Nice flow.
|Posted by Razel Davies on 03/09/07 at 09:24 PM|
Aqula is Eagle if i'm not mistaken.
|Posted by Angela Stevens on 02/28/14 at 11:39 PM|
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 04/28/18 at 08:23 PM|
Scott, what a beautiful poem perhaps written from the point of view of an eagle. It reminds me of St. Francis, who I am now studying. When I see eagles and hawks fly, I get this feeling of peace and awe. Also, I have to admit that your poem makes me feel a little envy for this magnificent creature. Thanks for this poem that lifts me.