Wide sweeps of blue sky
lures me; not
to soar and flit,
like a stringless kite,
but
to stretch my limbs and mind
on this brown earth.
The poetic Golden Cage
ruffles me not.
It is the cages within,
I break against.
Earthborn, Earthbound
I seek ; not
ethereal stars
but
morsels of Freedom
on this dry earth.
10 comments:
"It is the cages within,
I break against."
So true! Beautifully written!
...a parched throat thirsts for a drop of "life"...do we not wish there was an end to this "strife"?
ehereal beauty!
What I seek;not
What I got.
Choti si aasha eh?
But then J Austen says if u get all u had sought/ wanted, there wouldn't be any more hope or longing....not much a life then eh? But dream, for they will come true...and seek, u will have em oneday....soon too...u never know.
- Froggikins
Cherie, Thanks for that close reading.
V, good one! the power of a semicolon:)
Beautiful. reminds me of a huge banyan tree, with its roots firmly gipping the earth, butthe branches stretched out into the vast blue sky!
Lovely!
Love!
Achintyeedathi,a banyan tree for you and a teeny weeny sprout for me:) we bring ourself into a text, alle?:)am so happy to see you here!
update!
austere
Hi Reshma, beautiful poem, as always:) Happened to see your comments on my blog just today! Had turned on 'moderate comments' and then didn't know how to, till today that is. Wonder what maddy wouldve said to that :) - sap
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