Freebird

We had carved our names into an old oak tree one summer day.

We had marked our love that we thought would be eternal. 

Your hand in mine, as we scratched the strong bark away.

We were young and passionate, 

And our love was a free bird flying with the wind. 

We sat beneath that tree, locked in an unbreakable embrace. 

Your kiss upon my temples, was a promise-

A silent assurance of eternity. 

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I am now tracing our names with a knife in my hand. 

I am allowing myself to feel the whispers of your touch for the last time.

The lines that bears your name, I imprint within my heart.

We had marked our love within this tree, 

When our love was a free bird that could not be caged, 

But you have flown away to fly with the wind, 

While I had been caught and tied. 

  

It had been a while since you've flown away.

But with this knife, I'll cut down the rope that binds me. 

If I hack away this old oak tree, 

Would you look down upon me?

If I mark my temple with the permanence of our names-

Would you again fly away with me?

I'll lay down beside you now, underneath our oak tree-

Let my blood be the ink that marks us in history. 

The rope that binds me had been dissevered-

Now fly with me love, 

Fly with me. 

Author's Note

Trying out an experimental style of writing with a decreasing lines pattern. Had a little bit of free time so might as well enjoy myself through writing.

Reviews

[Bohrium Guy]

I love the visual imagery you display and how you carefully bring the emotions out in your words. I think you done an excellent job of applying words from thought here, good job!

~Rob~

[Carissa Marie]

Thank you :)

[AshGrey]

Wow. Great imagery. And I love the ending part of the poem. Great write.

[Carissa Marie]

Thank you. :)

[alifeacoustic]

Tragic the loss, painand hollowness a love no more can bring. I know this feeling. Such beauty in your words, filled with regret of what now is. The ropes that bind me have been severed?
Just one suggestion,

[Carissa Marie]

Thank you very much for reading, and your suggestion. Though I hope it's okay if I keep it as it is? But your thoughts are always very much appreciated. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You gave different view of free bird. Free bird, one of my favorite songs.
"I'll lay down beside you now, underneath our oak tree-
Let my blood be the ink that marks us in history.
The rope that binds me had been dissevered-
Now fly with me love,
Fly with me"
You led the reader to thoughts and dark ending. Many kinds of freedom. Some lead to dead-ends. Thank you Carissa for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Carissa Marie]

I once knew a person who always plays that song. Beautiful but sad. Thanks for reading. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

This song will be played at my funeral. Freedom is under-rated and you are welcome.

[TrishArias]

I love this!!!!! this has to be one of my favorites I have read on the site!!!

[Carissa Marie]

Thank you. :)

[theta sigma]

very good, Based on memories?. But its a nice style.

[Carissa Marie]

Fictional. Thank you. :)

[Insight "MH"]

That was so heartfelt! The word choice and imagery was soothing and creative. Thank you for sharing.

Insight.

[Carissa Marie]

Thank you for reading. :) - Carissa