Eagles Wings
In this world where eagles fly
and falcons soar
I, too, with wings unfurled
reach for unfamiliar heights
And in the reveries of my evening song
taste the voyage
of my soul.
In dreams, I wander
searching for my home
Looking for the child
I left behind,
Floating down the empty streets
of times past,
Uneasy corridors
that lead to nowhere.
Voices once familiar
echo in some distant doorway.
Faces long forgotten
turn in recognition of my soul.
This strange land of my enigma
vanishing with light of dawn,
No peace this restless wanderer can find
in flight nor slumber.
Were I only to remember
in my waking hours
That once obscured memento
of my childhood grace
I would surely fly with eagles,
climb the mountain tops
And find that winding path
that leads to home.
Joanne Cucinello
Dear Joanne,
ReplyDeleteI am deeply touch, being a wanderer myself and have great memories related to your poem.
My kids love to write poems and would appreciate if you can provide guidance on where to start to develop their hidden talent.
Appreciate your advise. Thanks and more power... Enncrave
Hi Spotlight,
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind comments.
I'm so glad you were touched by my poem. You mention that your children love to write and that's so wonderful! I don't know how old they are, but exposing them to poetry, reading poems to them, having them share the feelings evoked and encouraging them to keep writing I think is the first step. They need to read all types of poetry appropriate for their ages. But the love of writing is in itself such a gift and you're so blessed to have it alive in your children.
Thanks again,
Joanne