As Free As a Proverbial Bird
As free
as a virus
with nowhere to go ..
As free
as the wind
but with nowhere
to blow ..
As free
as a spirit,
but after so many
years
knowing
what I now know ..
I think
I would rather
be some kind of bird ..
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Author:
Neville (
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Fly on into the glory of life Neville.
See you in a week (and a day?)
Andy
Cheers Andy, just got back and later than intended .. Neville
Good write N. See you later!
absolutely ................. 🐭
There you are! I been sorting out 'judgment' (no 'e' in the middle) to do with punishment; and 'judgement' (with 'e' in the middle) to do with general judgement, as in 'use your own judgement'. Well, it passes the time! It's been the highlight of my week. lol.
As you fly away in said business trip, take care and this may now know you will be missed with anticipated return of our fine feathered friend. 🐦
how very kind my friend .. thank you 🕊️🐥🐧
Very nice, be free as a bird on your trip! Safe flight!
I tried my bestest .. thanks C ... 🐣🐥💜
Someone once said, when asked about his commitments, "I'm retired, I don't have commitments." Sort of aligns with your sense of freedom. We don't truly want to be "birds" (short life span) but to enjoy their freedom of flight. Well expressed and relevant. - Phil A.
thank you kindly Phil .. please excuse my delayed response .. I've literally just stepped off the plane .. N 🙂
Had it landed yet?
The poem's conclusion suggests that true freedom may not be found in the absence of constraints, but in the ability to transcend them and move beyond the limits of our physical existence.
it seems you can read write through me Mott ... a much belated cheers to you my friend .. 🙂
You always fly high and free my friend, such a lovely parting gift you have left with us. Safe travels.
Bless you albeit belatedly Bella .. no less meant tho'
Brilliant!
(we regurgitate, societal mindset chains
accosted, by external opinions
before
we've learnt, to compose
thought
'I think therefore I...' wat bulshit
for what, is thought
how free
those insipid cacophonous, images and words
we're subjected, to
by our environment's, insidious intent...
intellect, as pathological back-stories
to neurotically, elitist mindsets;
empathetical heart's, decimated by the trust
they foolishly gift, to those
who view kindness, as a weakness to exploit;
Nature's callous indifference
that veracity of existence, we crave
to forget
those birds, we depict our notion of freedom
upon
living life, while ever
dodging looming shadows, of fate's
skydiving hunters
no dear Poet supreme
threads to that, true
emancipation of self
exists in your poetry's, veracity
of vulnerability:
'As free
as the wind
but with nowhere
to blow ..'
who needs, wings
when we can soar, weightless
by just looking within
excavating, within self reflection
that we most cherish, in life
not
what we've been, programmed
to blindly, value and trust!)
Thanks Mek & muchly my friend .. N
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