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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 for everyone to listen as she sings So as to lift her up into the wind to soar, As a bird on the wing |
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SEA 
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
........speechless......... |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Okay, I could relate to everything but the "gilded" part---looking around--nope, no gilt here!  This is a treasure---the depth of your writing continually impresses! |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
"...the gold gathers dust..." striking imagery....one never sees gold as anything but beautiful.... except now.... |
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PoeticKnight Senior Member
since 2000-01-20
Posts 1144New Orleans, LA |
Even the biggest and most ornate and expensive tombstones are still just...tombstones. Thank you all very much. |
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inot2B Member Elite
since 2000-09-18
Posts 2205Arkansas |
I really like the sound of this. "She waits for something, but can’t describe Just a yearning within" Ah, wanting but not knowing just what. The grass is not always greener on the other side of the fence. Yet one never knows if they don't climb the fence. |
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Ladycat
since 1999-07-05
Posts 782At the edge and a doorway,TX |
Alright, now I can respond to this piece. I was having trouble through all the tears that I shed. All that I could think was a line from a song. "She lies and says she in love with him, can't find a better man." Before I read this I wrote a piece called Goodbye Love and I ended up having to post it after reading this. Thank you so much for this piece. I'm going to have to add it to my library, if you don't mind. Through this I know that I have alot to think about. Love, Lady Live in my world just once and you'll find yourself enraptured. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
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 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 ============================= Yet knows who captured and perched her there, Her own actions built it She wishes not to break the cage, but fly unfettered ========================== So as to lift her up into the wind to soar, As a bird on the wing ========================== Today must be poetry mirror day ... "She imagines a better man for herself The love with the lust In hands that can never feel again, The gold gathers dust" nothing my moth mouth will say can touch this ones poetic grace and gifts. and your tombstone reply ... more poetry. oh you speak to me in riddles |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
A poignant and sorrowful portrait, Poetic Knight. Nicely captured. Claire Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
This is superb... and heartbreaking. You've penned a lot of truths here... and phrased them beautifully. |
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SEA
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
 hip to hip....... |
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Just A Woman Senior Member
since 2001-03-10
Posts 507 |
PK, this is stunning. Absolutely stunning. 
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
I could almost be living these words..you wrote them with such sensitivity...thank you for sharing them ~Wynter "The worst prison would be a closed heart". |
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