Caged bird
caged, in praying hands
Caged bird, sing
Sing the dew off my deceased
suitcased dreams
in the reverberation of thine
flapping wings, till morning breaks
till my release
till the skies are blue
and clouds are white
I pray, sing
caged bird, sing!
- Author: Garth Rakumakoe (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 5th, 2023 09:53
- Comment from author about the poem: No matter how insignificant they may seem, visible dreams should never die.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 15
- Users favorite of this poem: Rocky Lagou, tattooedreverie, L. B. Mek
Comments5
Maya Angelou has competition!!! This is written to a T. I adore your author's note as well, our dreams should always be our driving force. The caged bird is most definitely a powerful metaphor for the human desire to be free.
"The human desire to be free"... - Couldn't have said it better, good Sir. Much gratitude dear RL. 🙏🏼
I think it was the kris kristopherson that hit the nail on its head when he wrote and sang freedoms just another word for nothing left to lose ... Neville
Can't say I know the song, but I can definitely concur with the sentiment... 🙏🏼
Brilliant!
(I can't help thinking
Lawrence Dunbar and Maya
would be proud of these words)
'free bird, sing
squawk and scream
alert the world
to the plight of injustice
scorching your veins
insuring your brave eyes
are ablaze with aliveness
in each, uncaged breath!'
Blessings, blessings. Your words rain blessings dear L.B!
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