Even though we shout and trumpet
The sun to rise,
We are not men with loud voices,
Forgive us, for locked within us,
Is a heart that yearns to speak,
And a soul yearns to be moved.
Morning comes
And we will rise and shout the sun to rise,
We are not men with loud voices,
We are beggars at the palace gates,
Shouting to be heard.
Though you are the twain of Night and Day,
And for you the sun will gladly rise,
Even at your slightest breath,
We are the men who shout the sun to rise,
Though we are not men with loud voices.
Locked inside the dove,
Is a heart that knows only flight,
Now is the time,
We are now willing to cease our voices,
And are now ready to
Let the prisoner in our hearts free,
We have crafted the pearl,
And wish to be washed back to the sea.
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Author:
David Wakeling (
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Good write D.
Thank you
This poem speaks to me with various meanings I hear it first as pertaining to immediate desires but lastly to the desire to leave this life free and return to the place of birth just as a pearl to the sea. It calls with a siren voice and the cascading words from stanza to stanza resemble waves on the sea returning one after another hypnotically calling. This one is a fave
Thank you for that amazing interpretation. Your comments always appreciated.
Feels like the person within needs to be released from its cell and the pretend outside she’ll, screaming for release 🙏🏻🕊️
Yes a great interpretation.Thank you so much
Cheers 🙏🏻🕊️
I get a sense of someone wanting to break out and experience freedom, enjoyable read as always
Thank you for commenting mi amigo
You are very welcome
Excellent write David
Thank you compadre
You're welcome
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