golden, purple,brown
gather and scatter
never lingering
long enough
for me to truly gaze upon
I imagine the lightness
of their landing
as if I could
hold out a hand
as a perch
a temporary home
for once I too
cherished
my ability
to fly
find the wind
whispering always
the song of goodbye
never knowing
I was captive
to my freedom
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10 comments:
Delightful, and so perfect for the spirit of summer, and of finches. :)
Beautiful...you have a gift with words.
captive to my freedom...you leave us with a wonderful image and much to think on....nice...
I love this poem, Karin - so simple, so deep.
Beautiful !
Captive to my freedom...hmmm, got me a thinkin'
Love it. :)
And we have tons of finches. :)
beautiful :)
ooh i love "captive to my freedom"... so beautiful, friend.
"Captive to my Freedom"
a great statement
that makes the reader ponder and pause
Thanks for the One Stop support my friend
- smiles for ya
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