A Dreaming Bird in Caged

A Dreaming Bird in Caged

By: Adam M. Snow

 

My eyes be blind to thee,

My heart cold like a December morn.

Could condescension be,

A merit of a scorn?

My ethereal pain scourge my heart,

Thoughts of you lost in pass

You beckon my soul from the start,

I might obey, but not surpass.

If I may live not a bird in caged,

Who sings to please but dreams to be free.

My every moments aged,

And I still blind to see,

I'm not myself,

Just a bird on your shelf.

Reviews

[Jazique]

Awe so sad made me wish to open the cage and let you free. Well done with your words of choosing that descriptions they made as I love the thought you made as "Who sings to please but dreams to free and And I still blind to see I'm not myself Just a bird on your shelf." You wrote this in such a wonderful way as yourself is the bird wishing to be free. Excellent job on such a strong short poetry and keep up the good work.

[T.W. Early]

Sad and very beautiful at the same time!

[Tasha]

This is so sad. I wanted to open that cage and set you free. You did an excellent job and with it being so short it made it even more impressive. Wonderful write.
♥ Ta'Shandra

[Legacy]

Adam M. Snow,

Tisk,Tisk, Tisk...

A classical tale of boy sees girl, boy loves girl and girl keeps him like a puppet on a string.

Your poem here is wonderful, clean, and flawless; it engages the reader with its energetic flow. As short as this poem was, it packs a powerful blow - nice job.

I admire your writing style, as it is not easy nowadays to use words of old in poetry of new.

In short, a must read for those dreaming in the cage.

I was pondering on your poem - have you placed a poem in any of Poetic Infusion Society's contests? If not, this would very well be a great for the Love contest.


Thank you for sharing,

Legacy