The CanaryA Poem by Crystal HeartFeathers that are bright
and radiant Like shimmers of light
for all to see. The canary spends its day Filling the empty air around
it With its beautiful,
melancholy song. All those who walk by the
canary’s cage Cannot help and admire
how radiant This yellow- colored bird
really is. Outside the window, there
are plenty of other birds that can be seen. Pigeons with its dull,
gray feathers And simple coo-coo song. All members of a flock. All uniform and in unison Not daring to reach those
high notes And continue spending
their days on the ground. The pigeons yearn to be
able to have Such a sweet song like
the canary. To be placed in such high
regard And have their voices be
relished. Instead, they spend their
days Pecking on concrete And the scraps that life
tosses their way. The canary can never be
among these pigeons. How can the sun not be in
view for all? To bask in its warmth and
brilliance? Instead, the canary
spends its day Alone And in its cage And in its elegant swing Swaying back and forth Singing from the pits of
its soul To please all those who
continue to pass by. Even though the canary has
a voice That wants to be heard It will always sing solo In this metal stage. The canary will never experience Its sweet voice In a chorus with any
other bird Besides the one in the
mirror. Every waking moment These warm notes echo From the confines of this
enclosure. The canary seems to be
joyful In having its own stage To showcase its talent
and voice. To be separated from those
bland pigeons. Those who greedily captured
such a warm song Truly believe the canary
must be content To live in such comfort. Secured from the cruelty
of nature. But the canary loses
itself in its songbook And forgets what it means
to be a bird. To soar high among the
clouds To have its body and
spirit feel light To create its own home
among the branches of the tree To have its song pierce the
world to an audience below And to greet the new
Spring day. Every note shrieked by
the canary Is not a beautiful tune
of joy But a sad plea For the canary to never
be forgotten In this metal prison. Raised in this world of
isolation Without any bird to join
its chorus The canary understands That this bittersweet
song Will draw listeners to
its radiance And finally, its
loneliness can melt away Even for a moment. Even if the door to this
cage was open, The canary would never
attempt to escape Since it does not know
what it means to be a bird And it could never be a
pigeon. © 2020 Crystal Heart |
AuthorCrystal HeartAboutRead my poems if you want to know about me... most of them are based on my life =P more..Writing
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