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Thursday, April 6, 2017

BIRDS IN CAGES




Birds In Cages




Like birds in cages, poets, we
Feel the constriction
Feel the confined allocation
Feel the terror of the bars
Be they gilded or gold.


Like birds in cages, poets, we
The thought writers
The thought readers
The thought muses
Write until we can write no more.


Like birds in cages,  poets, we
The loving but skillfully living unloved
Souls, divided yet fuller than most
Compose our sonnets, find our voices
And in our cages, from broken hearts, we sing.



©by Voo
July 14, 07