Through Eagle Eyes

Cherry

By skinner_jennifer

Sat, 22 Jun 2019
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15 comments
 

Limitations are those

we create from fears,

strength in faith of

mind needs patient ears,

 

guide this soul across

tallest mountain peaks,

shower me with courage

even as I tire for sleep,

 

Imagine myself with wings

outstretched on air stream,

following rivers – lakes, no

restrictions that I look upon,

 

for I am a commuter up in vast

ocean of skies, swooping – soaring

native lands, gazing through spiritual

eyes, that glow with ravenous passion,

 

frenzied infants call from highest crags,

or nest atop tallest trees, where Dryads

whisper sweet lullabies, nymphs schooled

in wood which lingers in burly trunks,

 

elemental roots focuses on young leaves,

protectors of environment, collectors of twigs

cradling young – availing their services, while

branches listen...they are seekers of sound.

 

Rocks tripping before me simpering gentle spirit,

dozens of them sleepily dropping as gliding this

land of limitless dreams, now weathered by sun I

have entered that life which now echoes my return.

 

 

Photo by pixabay free images.

 

 

 

 

Certificate PG
Poem
Poems
Spiritual
Nature
Love

Comments

Submitted by catherine poarch on

You create a real sense of height - is that the right word? - of being high up anyway with the whole world in view. It's lovely and the first few lines are so true. All courage to you.

 

Submitted by celticman on

I see you taking on aspects of other, of an eagle. metamorphisis. 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thank you so much for your thoughts Catherine. I had a lot of fun writing this poem and I'm always intrigued at how these majestic birds see their surroundings, so I thought I'd have ago at looking through their eyes.

I'm so glad you enjoyed reading.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Jack, firstly, can I say thank you so much for the cherries, they've made my day. smiley

I'm glad I achieved what I set out to do when writing this poem. I think it would be so wonderful to be an eagle, especially as it's a protected bird. It was a pleasure to write this poem and always better when understood and appreciated.

Thank you again.

Jenny.

 

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

what wonderful imagery there is in this poem Jenny - well done!

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

I don't know if the long lines echo the wide wingspan but somehow you have evoked the smooth slow curve of eagles flying? I like how you begin by dismissing all thought of limitations. I've not heard eagle chicks but bet "frenzied infants" is exactly right if the baby seagulls on our chimney are anything to go by :0)

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thank you insert,

it was a pleasure to write and being able to create the right imagery has made my day.

Thank you again.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hello Di,

what a great idea about the long lines echoing the eagle's wingspan, I never thought of that when writing.

I imagined the babies all eager to be fed and feeling so hungry they call out in a frenzied way, with their necks extended and beaks open waiting for mama to return.

I'm always very grateful for your comments which mean a lot.

Thank you so much for reading and your thoughts.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by R. Fangler on

 

R. Fangler

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Your comment is most welcome J R Flowers. It's always nice to hear encouraging words, they mean a lot.

More power to your pen. Keep writing. Many thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I've just come back to this Jenny, as I too enjoyed the visualisation of the eagles's soaring.

I can't empathise with the idea of tree spirits and dryads, but the flight of the eagle above the troubles of the world has always been precious to me because of encouraging verses written by Isaiah the prophet –

'He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not  grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.' (40:29-31) which has often encouraged me and many I know. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Tom Brown on

A wonderful comment Rhiannon! The prophet Isaiah wrote a lot about the promised land and the coming Messiah it is good to always remember the good prophesies and promises too. He has some beautiful prose of hope and mercy.

All the best, keep well!

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Rhiannon,

if you can visulise what I was trying to say in this poem, then I feel I've written something of meaning.

I appreciate you reading and letting me know you liked.

Thank you.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Tom Brown on

Kristofferson,

I have seen the morning burning golden on the mountain in the skies, aching with the feeling of the freedom of an eagle when she flies.

Beautiful work Jennifer, amazing!

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thanks um! Tom and Nolan,

appreciate your words and thank you for reading.

Jenny.