"Heavy Breasted Bird"

soulful

Summer it comes

Summer it goes

with rings on each finger

and a bell on each toe

 got to test these wings

go with the flow

i finally know

that i know

that i know!

just a "heavy breated" bird about to fly!

tired of earth weight

with all of its cares

about to soar skyward

with wind in my hair

time to let go

rest these pains in my chest

iam just a "heavy breasted"

bird abouts to fly.

 

Reviews

[Cicera]

This poem is so beautiful that it almost broke my heart! I love very much birds and I keep my eyes open forever should one come and alight on the trees that I can see through the window.

One thing I sure know about birds is that they come and go. Birds, as far as I know, build their nests when they have new offspring. But outside that time of the year they always live freely in the air. And they keep on coming, and they keep on going.

Presuming from this point, one feels for the little bird-with the heavy chest-who wants to fly but something is obviously holding it back. It is good to know though that soon it would be on its wings and all that weight would be just falling behind.

[Calypso]

I love the metaphor. I can understand what you mean. This poem is good.