I have always wished I were a sparrow
Flying high above a ground so fallow—
With magic flowing in my bone marrow
And a freedom given to the callow.
I would fly on past all of the building
That is happening down there on the ground;
I would ignore all of the gold gilding,
I would fly on by not making a sound.
I would seek out another youthful fountain
And perch upon its cool, smooth granite lip;
I would stand atop it, strong as a mountain,
Then I would sing a song and hold my grip.
But, truth, I will never be that free bird,
Rather, I am caged within the lilacs,
Forced to smell their odor—snot—that’s the word;
A hideous smell that my nose shellacs.
No. I am no sparrow, but an actor
Who’s dried up without any leading part,
Without any contributing factor,
I’ve been so foolish from the very start.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem responds to Sparkle City Magic's Mystical Adventure ~ Week #17 prompts (Medium.com). The prompts used were lilacs, fountain, building, actor, and sparrow.
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Everything matches, the rhyme, the mood, the image art! ððŧð
Why, thank you, my friend. Glad it delivered! ðĶââŽðĪð
That indeed it did ððŧð
Excellent write Tristan
Thank you, Tony!
You're welcome
I sensed the freedom in the first half of this poem and the confinement in the second. Whether purposeful or not the word usage conveyed that feeling to me and it seemed ingenious and masterful beyond normal parameters. Very nicely written.
Thank you, Soren! t was intentional indeed. Thank you so much for your analysis and I am super glad it delivered. Much appreciated, my friend! ðĶââŽðĪð
Dreaming of freedom only to wake up and notice they are still living in a world they cannot escape from, sense of hopelessness and failure, enjoyed the read
Indeed. Thank you, Tobani. Glad you enjoyed it, my friend. Have a great weekend! ðĶââŽðĪð
You are very welcome and thank you
You're welcome.
Are you a wooden actor, like in some TV shows? lol.
I think even wood has more substance! ðĪŠ Thank you for reading, Orchi!
Welcome to reality, we are crowning thee with the laudable bays, take thy seat? [Funny that was the prompt, my close friend's original doubtless spurred it.] Exquisitely rendered with gorgeous imagery and an intriguing poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you, Missy! I always appreciate your stops by and your feedback! ðĶââŽðĪð
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