I, Bird

I, Bird

A Poem by Picture of Poetry

I see,

far away,

an open window,

showing day…

 

My heart,

fair light,

spread wings,

prepare flight…

 

Dancing,

toes,

shaking,

nose…

 

Loosing,

time, ALAS!

Window shuts slow,

to pass…

 

FLY!

FAST!

LEAVE,

MY PAST!

 

Beating,

heart,

the seeking,

starts…

 

Freedom,

claims low,

dim light,

clouds show…

 

Slowing,

time…

Fading! Falling!…

no climb…

 

BUT!

Wind blows,

boost wings,

can show!

 

Bitter,

hate behind!

Loving fate,

I FIND!

 

HERE!

There me!

Free.

Free!

 

Out window!

In sun,

rays,

hung…

 

Finally!

Ah ha! ME!

I…am…

…free…

© 2010 Picture of Poetry


Author's Note

Picture of Poetry
Well, I would really love to have you tell me what you truley think. If you liked hte idea or how the stanza's were written. Anything. please and thank you! :)

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Wheeee..... Of course I like it, I'm a Falcon.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Eyebird does have images popping up in my head . I agree this would make a wonderful recited soliloquy. I love the expressiveness.




Posted 14 Years Ago


Hey really interesting poem done in a different way. When you read it it sounds quite fractured, and I'm not sure if it works completely but it does give it an air of frantic excitement which goes along with your content. Don't really get the title, but it's probably something i'm just not seeing :)
good stuff!
Jaff

Posted 14 Years Ago


This was a really unique poem - the short, sometimes one-word lines you don't really see often.... I think it worked in this case, especially with the punctuation. This would definitely be a fun poem to read outloud, or act out. :)

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Added on January 13, 2010
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My name is Jessica, but my friends call me Jess. I'm ___ years old. I love writing and reading as much poetry and famous literature as possible during my spare time. Basically, all day, every day is.. more..

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