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To Soar With Eagles


I had not written poetry for
A decade, after writing
Poetry non stop for the preceding
Decade… Like an affliction

For non fiction.  But then
I took this writing workshop
And once again held the
Poetic plume, dipped it in ink

And watched the ink sink
Into the parchment – Impressed,
And it flowed in expansions
Of heart, entrancements of eye,

Pulsations of soul…  And
I read the words aloud to those
Around the table, feeling the
Timbre of my voice, as my lips

Slipped into the spoken word
Like some new thing, I felt the
Need to know, as I could feel
The energy of eyes watching,

Ears listening, as the red
Spectrum of light met the blue,
And the words were somehow
Haunting, like phonographic -

Graphic productions of ghosts
Being vanquished in strange
Incinerators.  And the beings
Around the table looked at me

In a totality of electricity.

The leader of the workshop
Invoked Tennyson’s Eagle.
Written by Cipher_O (WarlordoftheWrittenWord)
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Author's Note
I was thinking about how I hadn't written any
poetry for over a decade, after writing poetry like a madman,

for over a decade...

And how a friend had to drop out of this writing workshop,
so I stepped in for him, at his request...

And how it felt to write again, and read something
I wrote, out loud, for the first time...

How it was like... Magic.

Expanding into the memory of my recently deceased
fathers words:

"You will soar again, like a great golden eagle.  I don't know if I will.
But you will.  And the world will know, there is another Pablo that lives."
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