An Eagle Watches

By Richard L. Provencher

Mon, 04 Aug 2014

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4 comments

with

Rapture eyes

above the

plunge

of sheer cliff

perched on a

bone-white tree

against the

green

through misty

glaze

his gaze

penetrates

where valley

meets

a waterfall of

movement.

The Prince of

stillness

lifts in graceful

searching,

his footprints,

a shuffle of wings.

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Comments

Richard, again your imagery

Permalink Submitted by whyshewrote on Mon, 2014-08-04 16:36

Richard, again your imagery takes me to that moment. I think I can hear the rustling of wings. Beautiful.

Merci WSW, an eagle is so

Permalink Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on Mon, 2014-08-04 23:01

Merci WSW, an eagle is so gentle. It just waits for an updraft, sets itself on the edge of nothingness, and floats upward in a swirl of movement.

Richard L. Provencher

Hi Richard I also like this

Permalink Submitted by scratch on Mon, 2014-08-04 16:53

Hi Richard I also like this piece. One thing that I did notice, the spelling of 'shear' is that correct as a Canadian English word or should it be 'sheer'?

Excellent poem.

Thank you scratch, you are

Permalink Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on Mon, 2014-08-04 23:03

Thank you scratch, you are right and will change promptly. I was thinking of a sheared cliff but that is not the right fit, it should be sheer for the height of the poem. Take care.