Found him
- in his suicide time
- my childhood friend.
Blade held flippantly
- to his throat in
- bloodied words
Sung of crosses
He would not to
- the mountain bear.
In the valley
- of his final breath
Held my hand,
- which never delivered him pain,
My gentle friend.
You query why
- I did not stop his flight.
I only say
- that when an eagle flies
Although he soars
- too near the sun
- and plunges down
In hurtling ball of flame,
At least he touched the sun.
My gentle friend,
My dying friend.
Comments?
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touching piece
hey...this is wonderful...
it has touched my heart...you have written it well...
great jon...
no criticism...just want to comment -
take a bow!. Rewarded 4
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Thank you for your kind comment. I hope to read your poetry soon.
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well written..emotions are present but in a concreat style...stubbed with nice words....i am touched.
keep writing...you are very talented.
jo
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very moving
very very good!! i especially liked how you incorporated the image of the eagle and the sun! well done!
this is a very touching piece! (and very sad!)
hope to see more of this kind of work!
keep it up!
*sonja*. Rewarded 4
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its a beautiful peice
wow, thats really good, i love it. its gr8. its very beautiul, sad, but very very good. i love it. -
Reminds me of someone. I really like how you formed the stanzas and line breaks in this one. It makes it even more striking. Great Job!
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This was very sad...
and very moving. Love without judgment and total respect for your friend is what I got from this. You have a very neat personality that shines in your writing. I do believe that is why I enjoy it so much. I did not understand lines 18-23 though. What is the soaring too close to the sun referring to?
Great, as always.
Al. Rewarded 4
June 17, 2006