in bluest sky, the eagle floats
and though she shrieks
she never gloats
(I cannot fly and never soar
but have a tipi by the shore)
Posted on 08/06/2009Copyright © 2022 Jim Benz
I love the contrasts of soaring free yet of necessity, with that of being grounded, also of necessity. This is a soothing read I enjoyed very much. I sense the spirituality contained within the words. ANYWAY, I loved it in all its simplicity.
Very majestic...just like an eagle. This is poetry I can learn from.
I do not know which I would rather be. I think I like both possibilities.