my wild beautiful bird
i put her in a gilded cage
so from my favorite seat to muse
admiring her brilliant color
i expected her to sing
instead she stared at a painting
of hills and trees and birds in the wild
as her feathers drooped to fade
her silence was an eerie sound
i moved her by a window
where the morning sunlight streams
bringing the joy of day and seasons
i expected her to sing
silently she stared into the distant sky
far beyond change and light and time
deep into a purple midnight blue
her melancholy permeated my dreams
weeping in the dark, i was
in sleepwalk wandering aimless
empty, from room to room
i expected to sing
but transported in magical arms of Morpheus
one morning i found myself by an open window
she was sitting on the sill
her silence was an eerie sound
she looked at me with gratitude
then swiftly away she flew
easy landing in a nearby tree
wrestling with noise she battled
flitting lithely from limb to limb
as from silence to sonance she sorted sound
until wondrous song filled the wind
silence was an eerie sound
stretching and mighty lifting high
i saw my wild beautiful bird
disappearing in the distant sky
so from my favorite seat to muse
admiring her brilliant color
i expected her to sing
instead she stared at a painting
of hills and trees and birds in the wild
as her feathers drooped to fade
her silence was an eerie sound
i moved her by a window
where the morning sunlight streams
bringing the joy of day and seasons
i expected her to sing
silently she stared into the distant sky
far beyond change and light and time
deep into a purple midnight blue
her melancholy permeated my dreams
weeping in the dark, i was
in sleepwalk wandering aimless
empty, from room to room
i expected to sing
but transported in magical arms of Morpheus
one morning i found myself by an open window
she was sitting on the sill
her silence was an eerie sound
she looked at me with gratitude
then swiftly away she flew
easy landing in a nearby tree
wrestling with noise she battled
flitting lithely from limb to limb
as from silence to sonance she sorted sound
until wondrous song filled the wind
silence was an eerie sound
stretching and mighty lifting high
i saw my wild beautiful bird
disappearing in the distant sky
posted by TomScot at 10:37 AM
2 Comments:
Thank you for posting that. It's quite beautiful.
The idea that you have captured in this piece is one of the saddest love poems God ever wrote. You tuned into the depth of this experience and translated it into a well crafted metaphor.
The image of the gilded cage and of the wild bird staring longingly at the landscape painting capture in a few succinct images meaning that could be written on for pages. Throughout the piece the images are compelling and have a satisfying depth of meaning.
There are also the wonderful lines such as "from silence to sonance she sorted sound". I also enjoyed the motif of expecting her to sing and you expecting to sing. If you wanted to continue to play with such motifs and thematics and structure there is a lot of potential, but as it stands, this is a beautiful piece.
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