by Jim Benz

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 08/06/2009
Copyright © 2022 Jim Benz

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 08/06/09 at 04:30 PM

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.

Posted by Laurie Blum on 08/06/09 at 04:48 PM

Very majestic...just like an eagle. This is poetry I can learn from.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/06/09 at 10:20 PM

I do not know which I would rather be. I think I like both possibilities.

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