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Aquila

by Scott Utley


I am your mother. I’ve made love to the moon.

You are a bird, downy-garbed, and not yet ready to fly.

I’ve drank the Earth’s tears, and each day I go high.

You’re wide-eyed, lovely, and filled with questions ‘why.’

Partake of my wisdom, and together, we'll kiss the sky.

03/07/2007

Posted on 03/07/2007
Copyright © 2019 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

Beautiful. Aqula is Eagle if i'm not mistaken. very nice.

Posted by Angela Stevens on 02/28/14 at 11:39 PM

Incredibly beautiful!

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.

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