BIRDSONG
The Bird roams the wild grass. His flight is on halt,
Inside the ribcage he protects his heart.
Open, rip the fabric covering your wings
And let them spread into the vastness,
The stars are waiting and the clouds have drifted away
So you can, in forgiveness and in peace,
In speech and in song
Find your place in the world.
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I see the bird as a metaphor for all us humans yet to find our true purpose in life and what it really is that is within our soul. I mean, for me, this can apply at any age not just to those of us who are young. The fabric covering your wings I see as all the things that are within us that hold us back whatever they may be. And I love the line "the stars are waiting, the clouds have drifted away." That is exactly what it feels like.
Once again dearest Bernie, your perception is simply wonderful. The whole review is nearly perfect. I say “nearly” because not even I cold have done a better one on my own poem. Here “ covering your wings…” you understand it so well, like you wrote the poem yourself. Thank you so much for giving me your time & thoughts. What a gift!!!
The gift Bernadette is your poem. My words would not exist were it not for that. Thank you so much.
Hello Bernadette...
I knew it...
Beautiful write!
This also reminds me of Dolly Parton's Song...
Very beautiful song...
In the lyrics she sings she's a sparrow when she's broken but, she's an Eagle when she flies...
My mind went there when you spoke of the wings ...
I don't know if it's because of the size of a sparrow people have it in the mind they're fragile, broken, and weak...
How small and weak was David when he took out that Giant Goliath with just a sling shot and a stone?
Even an Eagle can have trials and tribulations too right?
Maybe, it is just the sparrow?
Thank you for sharing...
sparrowsong
Your words flow gracefully and say beautiful things. Birds are beautiful too...healing...I watch and feed them everyday and who doesn't yearn to fly.
An uplifting write my friend x
Well I got goosebumps by the end, another beautifully created poem, loved the imagery and it's meaning, oh to be free. 🌹
Although I am generally a very contented individual and quite happy with my lot, I think if I could be anything else other than me, I would either be an eagle, a swift, a tawny owl or a red thighed falconet .. but then, there are those who think of me a just another horneythologist :)
I not only enjoyed the flight of fancy you took me on here but hold these words in high regard and enjoyed the message contained herein ..
AGT's .. Neville
I was feeding the birds this morning, (as always) and couldn’t stopping laughing. You have a great sense of humour, your clever cookie. I had to read it twice, in case you were saying Ornithologist and my brain was twisting the word. 😂😂
You don't have to worry about your eyes .. you can obviously see write through me .. and if I made you laugh, then that's what I call a win win .. Neville x