Open Poetry #7 |
song of change (my version of the caged bird sings) |
desperado Member
since 1999-05-24
Posts 312FT Hood,Tx |
I felt the hand of sorrow just the other day and I knew the end of tomorrow would soon become today I never held the little things I always passed them by never knew the caged bird sings until it said good-bye I'd never heard a more painful cry than the tune that was sung never knew a more terrible lie around my throat had hung I stood to hear the sorrow song and I waited endlessly held in place by the tortuous wrong bestowed upon eternity from tears to joy and back again my heart and soul did go it showed alot of me within and somethings I did not know I grew to love this singing soul and all that it could see it made my life seem so whole and set my spirit free then I saw with wondrous eyes the meaning of the caged bird's song and I came to realize it was in me all along so blind I must have been to never see the sheets and deaf I should have been I never heard the streets yet now I hear their harmonious ring even on the darkest nights to all the places joy can bring outshining the brightest of lights I'll always remember the caged bird and the sorrows it made me see I'll always rest assured because the bird had set me free |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Excellent writing, des. A lot of good deep meaning hidden in this gem. Good luck to you... |
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Aimster Member Elite
since 2000-02-19
Posts 4297Charlotte, NC |
--desperado i don't think i've ever had the pleasure of reading your work before...but boy are you good!! this was absolutely beautiful...the talent that shines at this forum never ceases to amaze me...and this is just another reason why! excellent poem! take care, ~amy~ ~Live today as though it were your last but prepare for tomorrow as though it were here~ |
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Rosemary J. Gwaltney Senior Member
since 1999-08-26
Posts 997northern mountains, Idaho |
This is wonderful! You are truly a gifted poet. Very intriguing ending, too. I love those. The spiritual wind that holds survivors aloft, plants the seeds from which bloom new hope ... R.J.G. |
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