Eagle eye

i'm experimenting with writing with my non-dominant left hand. i'm going to be writing one poem a day in this way, hoping to trigger and strengthen the right side of my brain... and memories.

Time to fly

said the little eagle

Time to release

the exasperated ego

I'm taking a trip

to the other side of my brain

I'm tired of being alive

with my eyes closed

Begging for crumbs

I put sand in the machine

This eagle is an anarchist

The kiss of life is death

Woe the elements in

the eagle's nest

The pauvre petite eaglets

in the afterglow of knowledge

Red spiders enter the nest

and eat the half-baked chicks

When full moon comes

the wing's on fire

Each rapid beat of heart

facisimile

When one flies with fire

there is authentic music

Eagle eye morning star

sun moon and sky above

Terror on the earth below

as mothers sing to their babies