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An Aerie Silence

An Aerie Silence



An eagle sits upon his perch and cries

A bird inclined to turn away from fear

Surveys his forest through a lens-like tear

And still in grief upon the winds wings rise



Shoulders weak from wracking sobs ‘gainst a stiff breeze

With outstretched wings aloft among the vents

And circling forest marred by earth churned rents

A tightness in the chest amongst the heaves



Eagles rise above the smoke and fly

Battling winds just serve to drive you higher

While still mindful of the burning pyre

You see through tears to prey destined to die



Rodents scurry quickly to your holes

Aerie dwellers have you as their goals



© 9/20/2001  Bart Breen

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This was the best I could do after 9/11/2001.

It didn't start out being in something of a Sonnet form.  After a while I thought about cleaning it up with regard to meter and eliminating the one weak rhyme, but then I thought, such an expression of National anger and sorrow shouldn't be all that artistically perfect in the first place.

Raw emotions should retain some of the edge.  It can't be all that pretty.  Perhaps I'll change it after some time has passed.  But for now, I'm leaving it just as it is.

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©14 February 2002 - 10:28pm — canuckster
15 July 2003 - 1:05am — *~* Slendah*~* (not verified)
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Somehow as I read this, I knew it was about 9/11/01. Good write!

15 February 2002 - 11:10pm — Amber Nicholl (not verified)
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I really like this poem.

It's creativity is amazing.

I love the part where you wrote "Eagles rise above the

smoke and fly."

That really most be America's goal now.

To still be able to fly after the smoke clears.

You are very talented.

I hope you'll stop in and check out some of my works.