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A raven sails
past my eyes,
white paper wad
clasped in shiny beak.
And in that blur
of white and black
appeared for a moment
as a tiny eagle.
How wondrous
to imagine a world
with tiny eagles
all around.
Too soon,
however, all things
lose their shine.
And tiny eagles
would soon be
no more wondrous
than a copper-headed pigeon
pecking to fill
its steel-grey belly.
Which reminds me,
how wondrous
is a copper-headed pigeon
fluttering its iridescent belly up
into that shimmering, steel-grey sky.
© by Ryan Warren.
Used with the author’s permission.
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Ryan Warren lives with his family in the Pacific Northwestern U.S. where they hike, watch movies, and play with their dog, Ziggy. Ryan is a 2017 Forward Prize for Poetry nominee, a 2016 Pushcart and Best of the Net nominee, and his poetry has appeared in numerous journals and the anthology, Carry the Light. Learn more about him at https://ryanwarrenpoetry.com.
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Lori Levy:
Like the images in this poem. Picturesque!
Posted 02/15/2019 03:07 PM
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barbsteff:
Wonderful word picture. I know ravens, but not copper-headed pigeons. Write on!
Posted 02/15/2019 01:53 PM
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peninsulapoet:
Wonderful to have this poem the first poem of the day.Hi Ryan, Donna Hilbert here.
Posted 02/15/2019 11:15 AM
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wordartdjc:
Ryan truly loves all things in nature. This is very evident in his winged poem
Posted 02/15/2019 09:27 AM
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michael escoubas:
So observant of the world, Ryan--hallmark of a good poet and of the work produced. Thank you.
Posted 02/15/2019 09:20 AM
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cork:
An unkindness of ravens gives beauty to snow.
Posted 02/15/2019 08:46 AM
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