(PAD #047) across the world (an eagle flies)

I sawthe eagle fly a black spot riffedupon the colourblue aroundaround onceshe went around againa wider arcthis time high as . . . the sun is highI close my eyesagainst the brightnessof that light a black spotsthe eagle flies I feel her wingsdrifting across the worldin my mind’seye ~ From The News: 76 Eagles ______________________________________________________________________________ … Continue reading (PAD #047) across the world (an eagle flies)

(PAD #046) not fly (the eagle)

they have killedthe eagles Icannot fly poisonwhere there should besimple majesty the groundis a featherand a bone no morethe eagle no more kite no more the freedomIcan notfly ~ From The News: 76 Eagles ______________________________________________________________________________ Would you like to be notified about changes and developments in my writing world, new poetry collections and giveaways? Subscribe … Continue reading (PAD #046) not fly (the eagle)

(PAD #026) mag-pen-pie

the magpiecrosses the veranda I am insideon the first floorgazing through a window I am visitorto a cup of coffee outsidethe tables and chairsstand emptyon a cold day and the magpiewalkswith insouciance between tablesuponto a chair across a table acrossonto a chair then a balustrade beforefalling . . . gliding . . . flying flying … Continue reading (PAD #026) mag-pen-pie

kooka-night goodnight

ack-ack-ack-owoo kookaburra calls ack-ack-ack-owoo the sun is down below the ack-ack-ack-ackoo horizon low beneath the world ack-ack-ack kookaburra calls the night to fall ackoo kookaburra the last light is gone the dark is sweeping in kookaburra will you call ack-ack-ack-ackoo again goodnight you kooka-bird goodnight dear kooka bird © Frank Prem, 2017 September 2017 Poem … Continue reading kooka-night goodnight