Cage my stride, with tied down
Have me sat under house arrest
You know not, absent inclinations
How high I plan to fly
Migrating with the seasons
My instincts drives me to break lose
While my wing span
Sits with frustration, how long now
Plausible self sufficient to forage
I need not your bread crumbs
It taints and enslaves me, it dries my dietary
The sea holds my breadbasket
The land hands me my nest to bread
And the seeds for pollination, they forest my farm
Flight paths await my willing presence
An entry, exit on run way take offs
My elevations, bird eye views in seeing
Sight of the landscape
My heavenly gift pictured viewed
Do not deprive me of earth scenes
To keep me in cages, for your delight
Clip my wings and cut my nails
For mine is to fly, like a bird, a bird to fly
Wow!! I am really running outta words!! :) really Nice!!
ReplyDeleteVery nice. I wish to fly like a bird too.
ReplyDeletesimply lovely writing here.
ReplyDeleteI hope that you send your poetry to a publisher you are an exceptional poet.Simply lovely verse.
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ReplyDeleteYour poetry is most excelent!
I want to fly now...
ReplyDeletecurtain of pebbled path