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Post by goldenmyst on Jul 13, 2023 20:34:05 GMT -6
Sitka Eagle Sanctuary
Old man in feather shawl
Bleary eyed in golden years
But sacred heart a fiery torch
That burns bright as a vision
Of his lake of heaven
Where he climbed the mirrored sky
Into the Alaskan sun orb flames
Whose grail held the secret hunger
For a bird of appetite
But the arrow of human passion pierced him
Into a broken wing of desire
No more to sail the blue lit sphere
Of the heights of rapture
Head cocked like a sly seraph
On his earthbound perch
Like Hamlet
Haunted by the ghost
Of father sky
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Post by Castle Court Jester on Jul 14, 2023 3:05:20 GMT -6
Phenomenal write John and I get it! I'm not gonna say more though, don't want to ruin it for others but this is incredible writing! You need to really be proud of this one my friend!  Wow! And yes, I'm printing. This is a favorite |
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Post by goldenmyst on Jul 14, 2023 9:36:57 GMT -6
Michael, I am most joyful that this left such an impression on you. We were at a rescue center for wounded raptors and saw this old eagle in his forest sanctuary. He was 37 years old, the oldest documented eagle recorded. And he couldn't fly anymore but cocked his head looking at us like he was curious. So this poem is about him and what it must feel like to be him. Super glad you enjoyed my friend. You made my day and then some.
John
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Post by Castle Court Jester on Jul 15, 2023 2:15:50 GMT -6
Yeah. I knew exactly what this was about and you did a great job with it John |
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Post by Sugarmuser on Jul 17, 2023 15:05:37 GMT -6
Birds should be free to fly, I will not have another bird in a cage. We used to have a cockatoo named Charlie, he was like a two year old. He sat on our laps, loved his head being stroked. He sat on my broom when I swept up. He had the run of our home and only went into his cage when we were not at home, we had high ceilings. Charlie said a lot of words and loved dancing. When we moved to Queensland I found him a new owner as I was worried he wouldn’t survive the trip. Now I see cockatoos flying about, we have a lot of bird life in forest lake and I watch them most days. I would never want to own one in a cage again.
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Post by goldenmyst on Jul 17, 2023 20:44:55 GMT -6
Your story of how you let your cockatoo fly free is heartwarming. Indeed birds should fly free. This eagle was wounded and cannot fly. So his only hope for survival is in this sanctuary where they take care of him. He and I made eye contact during our visit. He kept cocking his head in a quizzical manner as though he was curious about us. Your Charlie sounded like a wonderful companion. He must have made your home very happy. Love hearing about him, my friend. Thank you again for blessing my poem with your thoughts and feelings.
John
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Post by Catlady2710 on Jul 20, 2023 11:47:53 GMT -6
So sad for a proud eagle to lose his freedom to roam the skies.
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Post by goldenmyst on Jul 20, 2023 16:29:01 GMT -6
The eagle made eye contact with me several times. And I feel we made a connection. Though he is well taken care of I am sure he would prefer to roam the skies again. Thank you so much for reading me here and really feeling for this bird as I did.
John
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Wow! And yes, I'm printing. This is a favorite 
