My eagle's nest was too high.
Vertigo made me crazy,
I needed to dive into the ocean below,
where life was thriving.

You reached out to stop me.

Death was better to me,
than perched precipice.
This cliffside view
offered nothing.
The world below called logically,
magnetically in visuals
hypnotizing my sanity.

"Listen to the wind."
You said from your nest.

I do not know who you are,
but I know up here,
I am not alone.

Nice poem .

Is this supposed to be a poem? If it is it's a really bad one, really bad.

How easy it is to criticize, much easier than contributing your own poetry. Thank you for your critique, but you ought to say why you find it really bad.
I wrote this because it was a dream I had where I was an eagle in an eagles nest, but I could not fly.
I wanted to throw myself off the mountain to the world below, it was better than being stuck nowhere. Someone else was there with me, they stopped me and suggested I was in the place I was supposed to be.
I would fly.
Translating my dream into freeverse was not an easy task. But I appreciate the input. Yet, I give you the challenge to take my dream, or one of your own and write a poem from it. Then I shall critique you, as you have done to my words.
Except I will be kind, but truthful....



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I agree, except for some reason, I could not fly...Thank you Alan

Thank you Julia

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Mr. Rick Blaine,
First, thank you for your bold criticism, which have opened the way for me to express my opinion that people call it the poetry of our times. If what the ladywind wrote is not poetry, then all modern poetry written today in all the languages ​​of the world is not poetry. The reason is that since we received poetic texts from ancient times, we have known that poetry is based on three principles: 1- Literary images. 2- Poetic rhymes. 3- Metric poetic. In modern poetry, writers have abandoned rhyming and poetic metric and claimed that the literary image alone is sufficient to distinguish poetry from the usual structural discourse, but unfortunately for all the texts presented worldwide under the name of poetry. The literary image was also missing. 99% of those who write are descriptions of situations that the writer goes through, which is more like a short story, an essay or a comic joke that makes people laugh and admire. I have experience and evidence that the great poets have presented very strong poems in poetry competitions, but they have not won and the winners are always those who write about a pr-estudied political history or a comic joke or an interesting sexual topic.
ALAN.

Sad and beautiful expression ladywind . I know you suffered a recent tragic loss and I am glad someone saved you . To lose you too would be unthinkable . Your poetry is beyond amazing as are you

Hmm, unsure where the poster was coming from when he commented. But right now we need patience with each other. Thank you for your part in defending poetry Alan.

Thank you for your kind words, it was just a vivid dream I had about a month ago. Dreams can show your inner angst. I feel strong and ready to take on the future. Thoughts and love to you and yours

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(((((Hugs)))))

I love your poem. And really admire your commitment not to compromise being kind ...thats a real manifestation of maturity.

Thank you Cowboy. Come to think of it, my poem reminds me of lockdown. I hope you are well in your sphere

NICE

I Know I'm not Alone,
But I have learned to live Alone Too......±

Oh Robin...dragging up my old poetry. Don't go too far back please.
I wrote this from a dream. It was hellishy scary as I do not like heights.
I think it was about feeling I was losing control on life and my expectations.
In retrospect, loosing expectations is very freeing.



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Ignorance is bliss to the cold heartedness you express!

Hi Ladywind, I love this!
It speaks of the anguish of life, the challenge to go on and that it is possible once you realize you are never alone when you get a glimpse into the Spirit realm.