in the distance
mockingbirds, empty cries
chasing us into the forest
a rustle, a flutter
followed by wings, casting faint shadows
in blinding sunlight
until then
all orphaned promises, waiting
for a new start
from a cliff high above
an eagle is born
the hollow mockery ends
Author: Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D.
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Writer, photographer, poet, and teacher. Holds doctorates in Divinity and Metaphysical Philosophy. Author of 20 books, including seven poetry books, nine photography, and four nonfiction books.
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Contact Don Iannone by email: diannone@gmail.com
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Poetic Alchemist 
Need some eagles around here to scare the mockery out of the mocking birds. Good one!!
Neers: Thank you ever so much. I appreciate your visit and comment.
beautiful imagery!! absolutely beautiful!
Thanks so much, Dan.
Wow!
Thanks Polona, Aurora and Floots My poetry is finding its way into a new direction. We shall see where exactly it leads.
beautiful.
Ditto Floots.
love this
for its optimism
and
its pure observation
thank you