Jump to content
The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

Recommended Posts

Posted

Little Bird

 

She watched out the window

as the world passed by

trapped behind the glass

as seasons changed.

 

Rain drops matched her tears

sliding their gray streaked

tail as the wind howled

its pain.

 

Lost inside herself

she only dreamed of sunshine

the clouds pointed her pictures.

 

Only to herself she wept

where there was no one else

to see, when the sky was

dark.

 

But oh how the stars shined

and for a moment she felt free

to dance among the sky

a caged bird set free.

 

She watched out the window

rain drops matched her tears

lost inside herself

only to herself she wept

a caged bird set free.

Posted

Interesting structure. Is this one of your own devising or is this an established form? I do like the way the first line of each stanza becomes a line in the last stanza...except the last line of the last stanza is also the last line in the next to last stanza.

 

I rather liked the content as well. At least to me it speaks of depression, with the bird living in a cage of her own manufacture. I liked how the tears of confinement become the tears of freedom at the end—nice touch.

 

The imagery resonated well for me. The rain, the tears, the cage, the night sky, and dancing all work well in the motif.

 

I think overall I rather like this one. Nicely done.

Posted

Thank you, I cannot take credit for the style though I do not know where it oringinally came from or what it might be called. I happend to have read a poem by another whom did this, and I liked it so I decdied to give it a try myself.

×
×
  • Create New...