This hurting is an eagle's ache.
with unclipped, unfurled rage hidden inside
a broken break
or beak.
But I've decided to move things along
softly swifly with only
my body, and the wind,
gliding-
no longer will I speak.
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You have a very distinct and refreshing voice; I'm enjoying reading through your work. I like this sharp piece in particular.
ReplyDelete"This hurting is an eagle's ache" - what a wonderful line! The image of gliding works really well here and gives the reader a lift, as well. Nice to see you here at Poets United.
ReplyDeleteThank you, I'm happy to be apart of the group!
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