As wings of an eagle
soar above the clouds,
it glides like an arrow
being carried on a current
I close my eyes…softly
he snatches me up like prey.
it holds me in his claws
Gently as we fly.
With ease the eagle guides me
over mountain tops,
keen eyesight he spots some grass
landing amidst a patch of clover.
Awaken I find my body
Rigged and stiff, unable to more
paralyzed, confine to my bed,
but my mind travels though time…
Author notes
Pic is your prompt-
Artist: Hazel Billingsley
A contest entry
- Quickie Pic Prompt/PIF by Carolina Moon.
450 points, ended August 6, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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i enjoyed that flight....
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A unique and wonderful take on the pic. Very well done..thank you so much for your entry!!
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