Illusion of Flight

 

Illusion of Flight

Catching the sight of three birds in flight

From the corner of my left eye, I

Felt a momentary pang of longing

Deep in the chest where my heart lies.

Fettered by feet and weary human-ness

I confess I am tired of this earth bound existence

Tired of this walking on hard packed sod

And ancient burial grounds of the long forgotten.

I want to rise up with wings

And soar with the freedom of untied dreams

Glide on the currents of the truly unbound

And dance on the intangible glories of sky.

I want to fly!

But still I walk, sighing loudly

The birds out of sight now, I

Hurry to my cubicle of conformity

Shoved in with the masses of the all-the-same.

Almighty dollars pressure me to reach

Needing them to meet my need, I

Strive in futile, uninspired destituted hope

Ever mindful of the ship coming in on the horizon.

I want to fly!

If I had been born a bird

I'd fly until my feathers fell out

And my wings would not lift me off the ground

And then I'd fly, a ghostbird, in Eden's realm.

I want to fly!

Retracing my steps back home from work

I sought to find the beautiful birds, I

Had seen in peripheral sight this morning

Knowing that it was an almost impossible thing.

But what! From the corner of my right eye

I spy their graceful forms above the hedges

Three white stainless birds of steel and structure

Fettered to the concrete by bars of iron!

I am crushed, I am disheartened, I am disconsolate

This revelation of illusion of flight has undone me

And I walk home with a much, much heavier heart

Than the one I had this morning.

I want to fly!

©by Voo

September 17, 07

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It's Not That I'm Unwounded

It's Not That I'm Unwounded 

             

it's not that i'm unwounded

i just feel the way i feel

i fear that i am not afraid

for i see what is real

and what is real is that you're gone

and may never come my way

and that my love was not enough

to make you want to stay

but life goes on as life it does

and love may come again

and it may wound me deeper still

when i let it in again

it's not that i'm unwounded

i'm just strong enough to say

that love is always welcome here

even if it walks away.

©by Voo

November 29, 06

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