My poetry

partially autobiographical, sometimes biographical, hopefully creatively crafted


Saturday, January 16, 2010

A Bird in Flight



Laying about
one lazy August afternoon
when the world was slow, hot, and hazy
while listening to Roberta Flack
sing of a bird in flight
imagining the freedom
unconsciously
I lifted my arms
spreading them wide.
When the song ended
Self-conscious
I returned to reality.


My heart is captive
to the fear of falling.
I have created
my own cage.


Note: Originally published Oct 2007 by Portland Alliance




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