Monday, December 23, 2013

once a golden eagle




I soared with wings tinted in bronze
hovered over the stones stacked one
on top of the other by those who thought
they could touch the sky and pray to
Quetzalcoatl from atop in Tenochtitlan

I tilt my gold crown head to look down upon
the tops of a CalpuIli crowns made from feathers
fallen from my wares for they also wished to
mimic me when they climbed their pyramids
to sacrifice their own

they did not know they would never fly
composed from the dirt they walked upon
and bones made of trees and stones
they were made to watch the earth
and watch o’er those without wings

some of us were made to fly and
some were made to traverse the ground
and look up to admire wing feathers glide
amidst the winds and make nests on mountain tops
this imparted upon them a will to wish and dream
thinking someday they too will touch the sky

in another life I will be like them
and walk the earth with arms and legs
but until then I shall wrap myself
in shawls of hovering clouds and squeal
my song through beak'n lips appreciate
in this life of why I was made to fly

10 comments:

  1. My favourite of all time poem of yours, my friend. This one soars, like the eagle you write of........I especially love the "bones made of trees and stones". A wonderful poem!

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  2. I love the voice of this poem!

    Happy happy holidays and new year!

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  3. what a hard truth that some were made to fly and others to traverse the ground...i would love to fly...not like superman, but a bird....to see the view and feel the wind....the last stanza is interesting as well...in there thought to maybe be like us in the next life...

    i tagged you in at PU

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    1. he is stabilizing, which is good...my wife lost her mom a few years ago and know that when his time comes it will be all the harder for her...

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  5. Beautiful poem! I love the idea that some were made to fly and some were made to look up and admire those that do & dream, themselves, of flying!

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  6. I so love this poem, my friend......some born to fly, some born to look up and dream about flying. It is ALL flight, in the end!!

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  7. to fly & soar in the air---ah, this is my lifetime dream... this is inspiring in so many levels... thanks for the poem... smiles...

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  8. I am not familiar with this story, so thank you for bringing it into your poem. We live the best lives possible at each incarnation. In one I will fly.

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