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
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Author: Don Iannone, D.Div.
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Photographer, poet, teacher, complementary medicine provider, interfaith minister, and former economic developer. Holds a Doctorate in Divinity, Master of Divinity, Master of Mind-Body Medicine, and Bachelor of Arts degree in Anthropology. Clinical certifications in Reiki, guided meditation, life purpose coaching, and spiritual counseling. Author of 12 books, including two new books in the contemporary spirituality field. Learn more here.
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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