Could I be an eagle today and fly so high these truances would fall away Could I be an eagle tonight and fly so far out of reach out of sight You would remember the good I gave and all the bad would soar away Could I be an eagle tomorrow and rise with the sun not burning not yearning No tears of sorrow If I were an eagle would you let me leave And welcome me back when these grievances freed Can I be an eagle one time and leave these mortal trials behind?
Flight of Me
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2 responses to “Flight of Me”
Good rhythm here, Jen! Did you mean truancies? When I read “truances” I was like, “Awesome. A new word I can use to impress my professors.” Heh…so I looked it up but only found truancy/truancies instead. (I was a bit disappointed because I wanted to use “truance”, darn it.)
I like this piece though. It’s light and freeing. Thanks for sharing it, and you know, I’m beginning to get a much better sense of your style with each new poem I read. (Broken record here- but you’re a great writer!)
Thank you for that! I so appreciate your readership.