#3: transformation
and there will be
a transformation
as a boy
to a man
man to mage
and yes
into a bird
to fly
underneath the heart
of a storm
of chaos and cloud
stark white
the gull
in a ray of sunlight
or no
no
the majesty
of eagle speck
circling
the wide blue sky
current warm
vortex
high
high
and higher
air riffling
a feathered being
this is worship
of a kind
halfway
to heaven
halfway
from the ground
~
You have a way with words, Frank. Love it.
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Thanks Tracy. Glad you enjoyed it.
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It was good to imagine myself transforming as I read your poem.
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I think that is part of why we get fascinated with magical creatures/beings, Liz. A deep felt yearning to be able to do these things.
Makes them compelling. Glad you enjoyed the piece.
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