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junemac
Senior Member

since 2003-04-24

Posts 1005
uk

0 posted 2008-03-11 05:17 PM

Plea For Freedom

Silver notes from a gilded cage.
A body small and tired.
Wings clipped to view.

Plenty to eat,
In the name of love.

A looking glass to preen in,
Show haunted eyes and sorrow
And she sings in vain
She sings her pain

Naked before a blind audience,
In a playground for one.
Tiny heart throbbing silently,
Neath ruffling of feathers.

Protected, warm, sheltered,
From freedom,
From life.
From the sweet release of death.

The caged bird sings,
As tears pool beneath her.
Securely bound to her pedestal.
Liberty within her heart

The blindness of his love,
A heart that lost its key.
He only sees her beauty
Why would she have such dreams?

Her notes a whisper of silver,
Are all that can be free.
Defiance soaring unfettered

LadyTom
Member

since 2008-02-29

Posts 353
LA, CA

1 posted 2008-03-11 06:09 PM

perfect song. You write fine poems.

Trillium

Member Patricius

since 2001-03-09

Posts 12098
Idaho, USA

2 posted 2008-03-12 12:56 PM

Hi June:

This is sad, but then I think all caged birds are sad. My father used to raise canaries and I wanted so much to set them free! Not the thing to do in a cold climate!!

Love
Betty Lou

Betty Lou Hebert

Marge Tindal

Member Empyrean

since 1999-11-06

Posts 42384
Florida's Foreverly Shores

3 posted 2008-03-12 11:01 AM

OhJune~
This is GOOD ... REALLY GOOD !!

I am soooooooooooo happy that your muse is singing~

Wonderful to have you back with us sweets~

*Huglets*
~*Marge*~

~*The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but it's echo endures much longer*~
Email - noles1@totcon.com

r v wooo
Senior Member

since 2007-08-07

Posts 656

4 posted 2008-03-13 01:08 PM

found the poem to be complex and very stimulating...am existing with a compulsion relative to freedom...am seeing myself as a green and copper colored fly being attracted to sugar...listening to janis joplin singing "me and bobby mcgee" while i read "king lear" and ponder..."who am i?"..."doth any here know me?"..."who is it that can tell me who i am?"

we can be given food, shelter and other comforts all in the name of love or commitment but if we feel oppressed in our situation, then we are not free.

conditioned boundaries of existence often become a way of life and is the gilded surface that snares us or traps us into believing that what we think, feel or say is of lesser value than the conditioned values of our existence. it is that discovery that will set us free and the feathers on the clipped wings will begin to grow, anew!

[This message has been edited by r v wooo (03-14-2008 12:36 AM).]

Beasley
Senior Member

since 2003-11-28

Posts 682
Cheboygan,MI USA

5 posted 2008-03-14 07:06 AM

What a fine writer you are!
Barb

junemac
Senior Member

since 2003-04-24

Posts 1005
uk

6 posted 2008-03-15 06:03 PM

thank you all so much
Hugs June x

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