Metaphor is the name of the day as a giant eagle and a creature of darker original, fight within the mind of of a young man.
In my bed, so soundly sleeping From an earlier bout of weeping Suffering a misfortune I had chanced upon before Never knowing, now was creeping From my mind an anger steeping Forming creatures of great peril from the hatred that I bore
And I saw it, tendrils spreading Lightly flowing, quickly threading O'er the barren rocky surface, it approached me in my pain Yes I saw it in that setting Cursed it, knocked it from its heading All in all my head was pounding, pounding loudly in disdain
Sword in hand, my eyes were dancing And again tendrils advancing Over rock and over crevice from my right side they approached With my sword now, I was lancing 'cross the rock so lightly prancing Now I hit it, missed it, glanced it, on my deathbed I encroached
For no second did I waver Now more tendrils, even graver Did appear around the bend, crossing rock and crevice wide As I watched, and I did quaver I prayed for God to send a savior "For certainly I deserve a less ignoble death," I cried
From the heavens there came thunder The sky, it seemed, had ripped asunder I looked, I gaped, then smiled for my prayers it seemed were heard From the sky there came a flapping Golden beak then came a-snapping Far too large and far too noble for an ordinary bird
From the heavens it came diving And with hatred tendrils writhing While I stood and watched in horror sights I'd never seen before Tendrils wrapped around the eagle Still it stood, its bearing regal Tearing pieces from the tendrils with its beak and with its claw
As I stood there, I did wonder Why the sky had ripped asunder Giving birth to such an eagle as I'd never seen before And I stood there bathed in sweat Knowing I could not forget Such a battle as I'd witnessed, for the tendrils were no more
Prayed my thanks my luck was holding Heavy fog then came enfolding Me and all the rocks and cracks around this barrenness Still I stood and watched it molding From the fog, a face unfolding Into mystic visions I could not begin to guess
It was angry, it was bitter Straight from hell did it come hither As it formed it laughed its horror, I collapsed beset by fear Hot flame from its mouth did spit But weakened yet, I was not fit To face another challenge thrown before me in that year
Now I understand this creature From within it is my teacher A lesson carved from anger, sorrow, hatred and despair And I watched the creature fading As my heart did hate the hating Knowing well that in the end, my downfall it would share
There I stood, my hatred fading In the dawn, my fear abating Wondering what I'd learned and how to use it to my best Then I saw it, clear as morning From within that blessed dawning Saw the eagle, knowing now that it could finally rest
The eagle called and left the earth Mourned the death and blessed the birth At last I knew what fortune had beset me on that day I was the eagle, no mistaking We were one and only breaking Earthly bonds of ritual like anger and dismay
This is good stuff. Uuugh! Do I KNOW about those battles ..lol! I have one called "A Battle".... Storyline is almost the same... I found solace in this in a very strange way. Good penning!
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
This is good stuff. Uuugh! Do I KNOW about those battles ..lol! I have one called "A Battle".... Storyline is almost the same... I found solace in this in a very strange way. Good penning!
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Teresa
~Nikki~
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