Bird In A Cage

Eyes are drawn to the windows

The break of these bland, confining walls

Teasing me with its freedom

Sun shines down on the trees

Blue sky looks open and endless

Whereas this empty room feels small

Blocking off such dreams of freedom

I guess I am a bird in a cage

Will I ever feel the breeze sweep my hair

Will I ever feel the sun kiss my skin?

Or the rain run down my cheeks?

The smile that appears is faint 

But enough for me to keep dreaming

Of Freedom

Author's Note

I wrote this in a few minutes during one of my classes on campus while it was sunny out so it may seem a little rough.

Reviews

[Tom McRoberts]

Is that last line ironic? Because it looks very much to me like it's escaped that cage, in which case the entire poem really takes on new meaning, wry and sarcastic. I like it, keep it up!

[Ian Faraway]

No. It's a comparison to a bird in a cage. Seeing freedom and open space beyond its' bars yet unable to grab it. Describing what is on the outside like it was heaven.

[Tom McRoberts]

Ah, I see. In that case I'd recommend perhaps the break from form being dedicated to another line, the one about the sun shining through the trees? That way the beautiful outside would be what's 'outside' the poem. I hope I'm not overstepping my bounds, it's a great poem as is!

[Ian Faraway]

No, it's absolutely fine! Like I said, I wrote this in the middle of class while I was bored and felt the urge to write. I felt it was rushed so any feedback definitely helps. But having the structure of the poem reflect the meaning I want to get across is a good idea and I'll experiment with it a little bit!