Published to Magpie Tales week #184.
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Hello, Pretty One--Yes, YOU! With wings and things,
sharpened head-ring,
anklet replacing boot!
She:
Shhhh! We must not sing so loud...
behind us is that man in the cloud
who spys on me.
I flee to be free.
Song Bird:
I help you escape, now.
Freedom also my desire.
Jump down from that tree, girl;
set your wings afire.
She:
So afraid, that I might land
on that antique-mobile, but
will try to hit the sand.
Will you hold my basket, Bird?
But...OH! You have no hand.
Allow me to sing a short poem
which I read on this blog one day...
it is for you, Song Bird,
listen now to what I say:
She:
has become
a most beautiful
Song Bird
♫♫♫
♥
Fly little bird
Fly if you must
All this is because
Your lack of trust
Has overcome your
Knowledge of love.
Cavort on beaches
And notice above
White dove...
That'll be
Meee
--steveroni
--steveroni
Fun and whimsical but, it's tough when you want to be free but are afraid to fly!
ReplyDeleteYup. Historically, freedom has never come easily.
DeleteUsually a fight precedes.
And of course, FEAR has a way of stifling freedom, ne matter who is...
smiles...you realize i read your poems in your voice now...and i can just hear you doing both voices as if you were sitting here....cute poem...and def a hit ont he back and forth between them....
ReplyDeleteThanks, Bro Bri. Am hoping your "hearing" of my voice is not in digital format, but rather in your own head...many smiles.
Deletesweet... love the conversational approach
ReplyDeleteEasy to write what others say...just "become" them. Is that ona approach? After all, I consider YOU the teacher here, girl.
DeleteLOVED that portrait--of you.
Well done. I liked the different voices and the dialogue between the them.
ReplyDeleteDialogue is also fun, b/c when they say
Deletesomething stupid--well, it WASN'T ME!
Old behavior: "IT WASN'T MY FAULT!"
HAHAHA!
Very nice. Enjoyed both the conversational approach AND the shape of your poem!
ReplyDeleteHA! Mary, YOU noticed the shape...THANK YOU!
Deletea song of trust and fear and letting go and jumping even without wings... i like...smiles....
ReplyDeleteWHY is it is you "like"...
DeleteI have feeling of happy--satisfaction?
So PLZ KEEP LIKING, HAHAHA!
PEACE, Claudia
Teach me to fly ... again ... will you.
ReplyDeleteHAHAHA! It's like saying, "Teach me to play the violin!"
DeleteANS: Sure I can teach you that in 10-20 minutes--but then you have to practice EVERY WORD of it, for the next six years, 4-5 hours a day.
KEY WORD: PRACTICE!
BTW, I am enjoying your blog immensely, as you will read this morning in your comPLIments area.
Mischievously fantastic...
ReplyDeleteWish I had your list of "descriptive comment Praise-Words" :-)
Deletethanks!
Clever and fun at the same time.
ReplyDeleteIF "clever"...it kust happened so. FUN IT WAS/IS.
DeletePEACE and LIGHT!!!
I am reading, as though I am now three years old.
ReplyDeleteand forever three years old.
Thank you very much.
HAHAHA!
DeleteWhen someone would say to me, "Hey you handle that violin pretty good!"
I answered, (at age 55) "I'm the oldest child prodigy to ever live"
Sooo, thank you child progedy!
Steve
Steve,
ReplyDeleteOh, I really enjoyed this song..different voices I could hear and feel within the lines. Well crafted my friend.
Peace & Light Always..
Trudessa!
DeleteYour words are SO nice to read by someone who just decided one day to start a blog, and begin to write something, anything.
Now it has become FUN, and to receive comments like yours today, make me who kept on writing, glad he did so X 100 (hundredfold?)
With thanks I bow to the poet in you, Ma'am!
Jump! Jump down now!
ReplyDeleteTHAT IS THE SPIRIT, GIRL.
DeleteIf ever I repost this, it will include your encouraging words:
JUMP! JUMP DOWN NOW!
Wunderbar.
Very clever....enjoyed your play, and the visual play as well.
ReplyDeleteThanks...I been to your blog and found it quite worthy..in English, well...
ReplyDeleteI LIKED IT...even tho u little hard on the male? BIRD!
Some conversation! :)
ReplyDeleteJINKSY!
DeleteGo birdie..
ReplyDeletefly high.. up, up and away.
I always love watching birds fly.. they infuse a sense of immense possibilities :)
Jyo, Hi!
DeleteI've been "talking/whistling" with birds since I was the age of YOU. Sometimes it surprises me, the "conversations" we have...Soon after, I gotta leave and come back down to earth and reality!
Reality?
Maybe?
Hmmmmmm!
WHEE!
ReplyDeletewow, that was really cool to read
ReplyDeleteKind of like being afraid to jump in the lake cause you don't know how to swim....clever and lovely write Steve!!
ReplyDeletenicely done Steve....thanks for sharing
ReplyDeleteYou hit the nail squarely on the head with this one Steve. Brilliantly done!
ReplyDelete