just a little something i put together for the g-mans friday flash 55
Caged by ~wontbackdown on deviantART
trapped
within the taught walls
of my heart,,
a bird, perhaps a starling,
beats her wings furiously
against my internal cage,
struggling to break free..
filled with fear
and anxiety
she flutters her wings desperately
against my chest,
yet i cannot set her free..
and it is because
she reamains trapped,,
that i cannot sing…
June 26th, 2009 at 7:31 am
Interesting poem. Sit down , relax, visualize he bird leaving, now then sing.
See how smart dragons are
Great 55
Our is published
June 26th, 2009 at 7:33 am
what an intriguing picture and what a terrific 55 was inspired by it. both capture a mood so very well.
June 26th, 2009 at 7:44 am
Your words hit me like a ton of bricks this morning Paisley. How I long to feel free again…. there are many forms that cages can take.
Hugs and hang in there, G
June 26th, 2009 at 9:14 am
Those cages can be terrible things. Great words.
June 26th, 2009 at 9:36 am
Very poignant Paisley. Sometimes we need to find ourself again. We can lose who we are when we don’t take time to remember why we are who we are. Self reflection isn’t easy, but it’s cathartic at times to renew ones self.
June 26th, 2009 at 10:38 am
Paisley…
You are so talented that sometimes I’m in awe…
It’s always a pleasure visiting you because I know that I’ll be dazzled.
Great 55!!
Thank you so much for sharing your beautiful mind .
Have a Wonderful Week-End….Galen
June 26th, 2009 at 1:36 pm
I agree with Geraldine…There are many forms that cages can take.
A wonderful poem.
June 26th, 2009 at 4:11 pm
Sometimes no matter how hard we try the cage door just won’t open. You captured that feeling so well. I suspect that soon, however, very soon, your bird will sing again.
June 27th, 2009 at 8:14 am
When set free from the cage the starling will sing like a nightingale!
My 55 is posted.
June 27th, 2009 at 10:06 am
And you said your muse was gone… HA. This is a great write. I think everyone can relate to the feelings portrayed in this poem. Keep up the good work. Hope all is well.
June 27th, 2009 at 10:05 pm
This is a very whimsical 55, and I enjoyed reading it.
June 28th, 2009 at 12:18 am
Cages generally have a door! All that is needed is a “key” that fits! Love the play on “taught”/”taut”!
June 28th, 2009 at 3:54 am
paisley,
Ironically it’s the song sung that frees the bird.
June 29th, 2009 at 11:24 pm
i totally get this 55. excellent work
July 1st, 2009 at 6:58 am
“filled with fear and anxiety she flutters her wings desperately”
Oh Do I know THAT feeling all too well.
December 7th, 2009 at 10:25 am
a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams,his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream,his wings are clipped and his feet are tied,so he opens his throat to sing.