Even in love. Never clip the wings. The energy and drive of the desire would be lost. If you stole the freedom to fly and think freely. They would be dead. I like the poem. Using the bird made the point strong and understandable. Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote
love hurst thats practically for i got to it like the bird is a great metaphor how someone wants freedom but hat person you love hurts you and you ask them to hurt you but to actually care i like it ! very nice poem 1:)
I don't get the title. Though the poem does have a certain, Icarus, feel to it of course. I guess that could be the reason for the title, but did He glue his wings together? None the less I really like this piece as well. Though no one should ever have there wings clipped. That would be liie a writer without a quill.
Free as a bird.. how many people wish to be just exactly like that?
You've painted quite a nice picture here with a wingless bird, trapped and unable to regain its freedom. Yet, even though love might be the one thing to keep a spirit tied to a particular place, its wings should nevertheless never be clipped. Not even for love, for a love that does not let you be free, is not true love.
now this is one of this poems which completely was a hit and i expected so much from it and i got it spot on . it is a brilliant poem because it has a good flow of story and some people do think that poems don't need them but of course they need a story or what is there to go by . like i said in my other review , you do hit the nail on the head with these different styles and variations , it has an heart of emotion which does alot for it and it is original and very captivating . i think your poems should be different , well , like they are but try to follow this formula as it has a nice balance between the paragraphs , the wording and the emotional water that follows in between .
Dreams get shattered.. but we should not stop dreaming.. The wings will grow back I guess... Nice poem.. and I agree with Coyote.. winds should not be clipped..you never remain the same after your parts are amputated ..Nothing like free thinking and individual freedom
Reality creeps into the experience of freedom in will and thought. No doubt the responsibilities of our everyday world would do that, but it has a purpose. It seeks to dream a nobler dream.