the cage


the cage

Your feathers long and slender,
a perfect flying machine.
Your wings can carry you,
oh so far and wide.

But looking all around
you have no place to fly.
You're trapped inside an endless cage
of hate and angers tried.

Your wings are crying out to you
'Forgive and we can fly!'

'No way!' you say,
'It's not my fault. These people have to pay.'
So all you'll do for your whole life
is waste your wings away.

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Qualin commented on the cage


Janet this is my first time to read your work I enjoyed this inside the read I also thought back as a child and how I wanted to let every bird in a cage go..well I got a bunch ah woopins!!!!! Good write gal......Qualin

Forestbird commented on the cage


Short and deep. Form is very good too

aggieprof commented on the cage


Your beautiful analogy reminds me of the controversy going on right now on this site.

If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

janet’s Poems (15)

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one day 6
the shinicles 3
dinosaurs 3
the sea 2
the king 4
God's nature 2
woods 1
the elfin king 3
me lost 1
the softness on my face 1
vacancy 1
the very air 2
if 2
the cage 3