Of Paradise and Cages

In a gingham and checkerboard wasteland

Her ballad throbs on a gossamer tenor.

With melodies wanting lyrics she strides,

And so denies the birdsong 

Of a short-lived splendor.

She dares not leave her paradise

Unto the wings of birds and fleeting seconds;

She dares not seek lyrics

In fear that words may set her free. 

Caged,

Her happiness wilts,

Lifeless petals in a parched oasis.

Like the endless sunsets

And rolling hills that grow into mountains,

Imperishable snow

This eternal paradise is a paradise lost. 

Freedom too, is its own nirvana

Wild and savage

Of first impressions, evanescent.

She peers through bars, and with her eyes

She dreams of a faraway paradise.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. I like the title and the story in the poem.
"This eternal paradise is a paradise lost.
Freedom too, is its own nirvana
Wild and savage
Of first impressions, evanescent."
It is terrible to look through bars and see what we can't have. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[stars are far]

That was awesome.. we all dream of that faraway paradise ..
well done :)

[An owl on the moon]

This is a beautiful bittersweet music... of longing and loss... of desires come undone... Your mingling of images is profoundly emotive and moving, creating a canvas of the deepest hues... Even in the agony, the last lines breathe winds of hope, if only in dreams... Amazing write.