Soar

When the eagle soars

quietly, upon the skies

you sit beneath, may you

feel your dominion lessen

and allow all control to cease.

The eagle searches only for food

a place to roost and to exist.

He does not own, dictate or

expect, he does not feel

entitled, nor does he kill,

indiscriminately,

his is a simple task, to live and survive

this wonderful day he’s been given.


For dverse poets Poetics: Written in Stone


I was thinking on the entrance to the wilds, a natural place where words were carved in the stones.

22 thoughts on “Soar

  1. What an inviting entrance this poem is, Di! It’s at once a blessing and a wise instruction on how to proceed, welcoming us into nature’s sanctuary. I like the emphasis on the reverence of life, taken not “indiscriminately.” Beautifully written! Thanks for joining in this prompt.πŸ€—

    • I have never been to Tina National Park but I would love to go. The photo of the sea eagle was taken at place called Maaroom on the Sandy Straits. It’s my favourite place close to home, on the edge of the Poona National Park. Not as impressive as Tina but still a beautiful place to just be with nature.

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