Fly Like the Birds

A poem from class about breaking up.

 

Once upon a time, there lived a woman and a man.

They lived inside a palace in the middle of the land.

The man assumed everything was happy go lucky

But the view from his maiden was all quite too fuzzy.

She did as he said when they got into bed

And in the morning she baked him her famous French bread.

Dining through their days, she never considered

living a magical life unhindered.

No orders to take, nor sickness to fake

Maybe even a mend to her traumatic heartache.

Dreaming, she lay, teeming with hope,

as she flew like a bird up a high, rigid slope.

No chance in a life, predictable as hers,

That she could ever leave her man and fly like the birds.

Defying reality, she let all go loose,

“No more!” she yelled. “I won’t take this abuse!”

“Get out!” shrieked the woman, knowing the words.

“I need to be free and fly like the birds.” 

Author's Note

I wrote this September 2011.

Reviews

[Yana Aqua]

Loved it. The rhymes make the poem feel bouncy and fast, as if she was a bird dying to get out of her cage, and the abrupt ending makes it sound as if she was finally set free.
Excellent work.

[Dove]

I love it when poems tell a story. "I need to be free and fly like the birds" Oh how I wish I could find freedom. I agree with the previos review. Freedom is never appreciated until its taken away from you. Great piece.

[Coyote Poetry]

“I need to be free and fly like the birds.”
Sometime we must find freedom. I like the story and the way you led the reader to the great escape. Freedom is not appreciated till we don't have it. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Amanda]

I really like this. The rhymes made me hum to it, and it told a story. Keep writing!

[Becky]

Interesting. You used a lot of words to make your point, and there's absolutely nothing wrong with that, it's just not my style. I liked reading it because it was different from what I normally read.