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Bird on the Wing
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Bird on the Wing |
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PoeticKnight Senior Member
since 2000-01-20
Posts 1144New Orleans, LA |
She chooses her words carefully now Her life, discontent Wondering where it all slipped away, Where it all went She fashions for herself a cage, gilded And tells herself secret lies Wrapping them around her to please the mind, As long as it gets her by She pretends the present is the past For her present is a mess At night she lays her down to sleep, But her eyes look to the west She imagines a better man for herself The love with the lust In hands that can never feel again, The gold gathers dust She waits for something, but can’t describe Just a yearning within And every time she speaks of happiness, From her lips, shedding skin She wishes she was somewhere other than In her ornamental cage, gilded Yet knows who captured and perched her there, Her own actions built it She wishes not to break the cage, but fly unfettered And everyone listen as she sings So as to lift her up into the wind to soar, As a bird on the wing (New one) |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
APPLAUDING!!!! Absolutely amazing...this bird really likes this one  |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
And tells herself secret lies Wrapping them around her to please the mind, As long as it gets her by She pretends the present is the past For her present is a mess ------ She waits for something, but can’t describe Just a yearning within And every time she speaks of happiness, From her lips, shedding skin She wishes she was somewhere other than In her ornamental cage, gilded Yet knows who captured and perched her there, Her own actions built it"... well, I related WAY WAY TOO much to this one...have you been peeking  this is excellent and I very much like the style of the "new ones"...I think, based on a previous conversation, I might guess where this one comes from... still stalking you..jm When you see through love's illusions, there lies the danger... And your perfect lover just looks like a perfect fool So you go running off in search of a perfect stranger While the loneliness seems to spring from your life Like a fountain from a pool. Jackson Browne |
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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
Wow, this is a tragic and beautiful poem. Did you wirte this for me I wonder? I related to this poem, to every line, it was almost haunting to read. Your words makes this poem soar. Applause! I definately look forward to more poetry by you. Take care, Melissa Honeybee |
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PoeticKnight Senior Member
since 2000-01-20
Posts 1144New Orleans, LA |
Thank you Hoot, Janet, Honeybee. I think I struck a chord unwittingly... |
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