Little bird alone
Warmth of life in cold clear sky
Eagle high above
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Raymond G. Taylor
Author living in Kent, England. Writer of short stories and poems in a wide range of genres, forms and styles. A non-fiction writer for 40+ years. Subjects include art, history, science, business, law, and the human condition.
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Veil of Subconscious Awakening
Images slide behind my eyelids like film cadres, bursting with meanings. In one moment, I’m speeding down the highway, making the speedometer swing wildly like a frantic pendulum. The next moment, I’m plunging from a falling plane, slowly crashing earthward. At home, I meet black cat’s green, googly eyes staring at me from the cavernous hollowness of the kitchen. When I turn for a moment, it disappears, and all I can see is a pair of blue suede shoes set up against the wall. I pick them up and put them on. When I glimpse at them again, they’ve become black as night, making me blink and flinch.
By Moon Desert4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (10)
I see this so clearly. What a beautiful Haiku - but poor little bird.
In so few syllables, you’ve got me worried about the dear little bird!😵💫😅
This is beautiful. So much atmosphere in so few words.
Wonderful job Raymond! 💕
I’m worried for that pigeon. ❤️
I love how you added the eagle to finish this. It makes the poem feel big and brave.
This is such a nice haiku. I hope the little bird will escape the eagle.
Nicely penned Raymond 😊✨
That last line makes everything before it suddenly seem to precarious and vulnerable. I hope that eagle is way up high, out of striking distance.
Do eagles attack little birds? I hope not. Loved your Haiku!