Eagle at his Highest

by Shasta

  • Poetry
  • Narrative

Published April 27, 2007

A flash of gold,
A glint of steel,
And I behold,
Those eyes, so real.

A sudden lift,
Of bright bronze wings,
He seems to drift,
And then he flings,

His body toward,
A silver streak,
The bright reward,
Of lakes, so bleak.

He ends his dive,
His talons flash,
The silver fish,
And bright claws clash.

He soars away,
A speck of gold,
With secret tales,
All left untold.

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Cold And Broken Halleluja
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Cold And Broken Halleluja commented Comment · May 13, 2007

Wow, great imagery! That was really great -and it did flow very nicely :D

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Shasta
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Shasta commented Comment · Apr 29, 2007

Thank you! I wrote it months ago...

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Mad
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Mad commented Comment · Apr 28, 2007

I really like it, it's nice, simple and the rhythm that you use (4 syllables, I think) works nicely and allows your poem to flow really well.



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