Perhaps we will be a Bird in our next life with feathers
and wings and lay turquoise eggs that crack open when
the time is spent... and five or six little Beaks will be
open day and night wanting food... until the Mother flies
away and lets the Father teach the fledglings to find
their own food. truly, Pat
When we become the same old same old and it turns into just going through the motions, the caged bird will seize her chance to pounce, waiting for the moment they let down their defences and open the cage door, distracted by thoughts of themselves no doubt. I just hope you remember to check there's a window open first :)
Beautifully creative words to give you/us/all hope.
Posted 5 Years Ago
5 Years Ago
I've been terribly busy with shopping, baking, wrapping and fa la la la la ing. Please forgive my l.. read moreI've been terribly busy with shopping, baking, wrapping and fa la la la la ing. Please forgive my lapse of time in thanking you, Lorry! You are such a gift to many of us here. Merry Christmas, my friend!
5 Years Ago
No worries, and to you too. I havent been on much lately, but will be back in the new year, once all.. read moreNo worries, and to you too. I havent been on much lately, but will be back in the new year, once all this "fat beardy housebreaker" nonsense calms down :)
Ah, the embers which have lost some of their heat. Inevitable I would say after a period of time. However dear Kelly, if you have a wish to fly, metaphorically or otherwise then that is your prerogative. Short poem, but says a great deal lovely lady.
This was pure conjecture on my part...although, I wouldn't mind being able to fly every now and then.. read moreThis was pure conjecture on my part...although, I wouldn't mind being able to fly every now and then. Thanks, Chris!
6 Years Ago
I'd like to fly too Kelly.
6 Years Ago
Wouldn't it be great? Maybe in my next life I'll check it out! ; )
Your poem conjures up several lines of thought so vividly (a true sign of brilliance). First, it’s the way young love is so rich & expressive, but then fades to a dry peck on the cheek for most couples. Another idea is the way we feel obligated to see something thru, all the while waiting for that moment when we can be free (many people view retirement this way, but then they are too stodgy to leap into the freedom they’ve waited for, after all those years of toil). Finally, the lasting lesson for me is to stay on our toes, no matter how much life weighs us down, becuz we want to be able to seize the moment when it arrives. It’s a rare poem that delivers such possibilities! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie
I am determined to stay grounded as a matter of principal having felt ever so slightly intoxicated when I reached the point of ineffable passion.........a deliriously dreamy little peck of a poem, if ever there was.... Neville
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
Good to see you, Neville! Thank you so much.
6 Years Ago
Don't mention it, it was my pleasure, I can assure you....
Oh, how I so get you in this poem!! And completely relate! I hate pecks of kisses and would rather not be kissed at all. Kiss me passionately and deeply, take me completely... or not at all..