~I never did learn to fly

...and I never did learn to fly

   always trying to take flight

came close a time or two,

  could never quite get off the ground

wings were clipped as a fledgling

       stories written on caged walls

echoed, yet there were no lyrics to sing

   without a voice on a prayer

plummeted to  abysm's bottomless pit

    till I could feel no more

there in the dark stillness lie the secret

          rhythm and music filled the air

Found the poetry within my soul

realized the wings were in my heart

all along, I was meant to dance 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Never quite learned to fly, but you know how to dance... Beautifully portrayed piece. This one speaks to the beauty of human nature, in my opinon. We so often try (bang our heads against the wall) to be something that we are not, when the truth of our souls is hidden within all the time, waiting to be unlocked. Really enjoyed this one...

[Frieda P]

Happens quite often, to me anyway, thanks for your insightful review Friday, nice to see you back here. :-)

[Tom C]

Now here we go. A poet with vision and imagination that lets our minds eye enjoy full view of her thoughts and expressions. Love it. Please keep writing. Send this to a contest it is wonderful. I must admit you have also given me pause to think of my wings newly found. Pilot and Poet. Thank you.

[Frieda P]

You're too kind Tom, thanks so much, did you actually get your pilot's license?

[Tom C]

I am a Student pilot right now and doing what is called cross countries where I fly at least 50 miles to a different airport Solo and prepare for the flight examiner test to complete them. Hoping to complete everything by Christmas.

[Aethereal]

Everyone has poetic wings, but few know that they have 'em, and even fewer know how to use 'em. You have some wonderful lines here. Wings are great metaphors. What would a caterpillar be without butterfly wings that let her dance poetic motions across Summer skies?

[Frieda P]

Thanks Athereal, glad you enjoyed my dance here.

[Aethereal]

You're welcome!

[Trace]

WOW, so often we don't realize where our strengths lye, but you have found your wings in your poetry and learned how to make words dance across the page. Greatly enjoyed this poem. Trace

[Frieda P]

Wow, greatly appreciate your kind words Trace, thanks so much.

[annabellee]

Wow this is absolutley gorgeous.
"Found the poetry within my soul
realized the wings were in my heart
all along, I was meant to dance"
Loved these lines, so inspiring and totally relatable.
Well penned :)

[Frieda P]

Thanks muchly annabellee jazzed you enjoyed. :-)

[annabellee]

you are most welcome :)

[Tate Morgan]

Ah the poetic heart You seem to have found your wings

[Frieda P]

Dancing away Tate, thanks so much.

[Siren]

"stories written on caged walls...
there in the dark stillness lie the secret.....
all along, I was meant to dance "

you are a masterful poetess.... i always enjoy reading your work, and exploring new ways to think and consider and connect. wonderful words. thank you for the world that you show in your words. it adds such depth and fullness to my own.

[Frieda P]

Holy poetry Siren, I'm doing the happy dance to your review :-) Thanks so much.

[Siren]

i do a happy dance to this write! definitely shelving it in my library (:

[Frieda P]

Ha good now we're both dancing! :-)

[BlahBlahBlah]

Wow! What a beautiful poem! It is quite appealing in its own way!

[Frieda P]

Wow, I can't even concentrate on what you said, I love your pen name, ha I meant thank you...!

[joshua deathdealer]

wow I love it. Nice work.

[Frieda P]

Thanks joshua, nice of you to stop by....

[wordwarrior]

Oh Frieda I adore that last verse! It felt like a miracle and I guess that's just what it is, when you think you can't write and then realise you can. Love that positive ending. Gorgeous! And I also love the contrast from the main body of the poem to that last verse. Clever penning that show the reader how difficult that journey can be, yet the rewards at the end are breathtaking within our own spirits.

[Frieda P]

I love your review wordwarrior, glad you picked up on that little nuance too, thanks muchly my friend.

[Revery]

Maybe you've been looking at the wrong metaphor. Maybe you weren't meant to fly but to burn as a surviving flame, dancing in the night. :) Nice Frieda

P.S. Like the avatar photo hot stuff

[Frieda P]

I like that thought too Revery, thanks so much :-)