Restlessness accompanies me
on this sojourn today –
unfazed by ripe red
belly of robin,
or shimmering emerald
of breeding merganser’s crown.
My lens seeks out decay –
rotting wood, darkened cavities,
as if my soul craves reassurance
that life persists even where death
hovers – I need a sign
Discontent, I move on-
drive the river road
snail’s pace – praying for
something to shake
this malaise –
birds come and go,
trees radiate Spring green,
I pause, unmoved.
And then I spot it,
across the river, up high,
a massive hulk;
lens raises, adjusts, snaps,
the regal hunter turns toward me
regards me with ferocious intensity,
does not falter on his perch –
All-seeing, fearless,
he is spirit-manifested,
a messenger, lifting me
from stagnation –
momentary redemption.
(Needing a Sign first appeared here, May 2019. Image my own.)
Truly felt every word and your spoken word was superb V,J.!💖
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glad you could be there with me, Cindy
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Your reading, image and your words helped dispel the sense of gloom. Beautiful.
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Beautiful weaving of words and the image is stunning.
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Wow. This grabbed me. Malaise can grip so tight, yet for a moment relief can come – just like that. Beautiful image.
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It really gives meaning to your words when I hear you speak them. Great words and I can almost feel them. I love the photo as well.
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I love it! Redemption in whatever form it takes, for however brief a moment is still welcomed!!
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❤️❤️❤️
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I love this so very much
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I love the narrative of this gorgeous write, alive with emotion and imagery that complement each other!
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Eagles have that way of looking into your soul! It can be a little unnerving, but definitely shake one out of a malaise. This is a great poem.
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It’s true. They are unfaltering in their gaze. Intense.
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This image is as good as your poem.
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Thanks!
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