My favorite poem is called: My favorite poem is called Caged Bird by Maya Angelou. I memorized it after a good friend of mine committed suicide in high school.
A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
You needn't love your cage, Rachel. There's little to love about feeling trapped and unwanted. But I hope you realize that even in just writing this poem you are learning to sing, in spite of the prison of your current circumstance. The free bird may seem happier, but the caged bird possesses a depth of perseverance that can only be discovered during times of immense loneliness. I hope as you continue to sing through the hatred, that you also learn to sing in love. Not just romantically of course, but an even greater love, a love for yourself and the song you sing while you're feeling trapped. You are good enough exactly as you are and you deserve to be told so. Every human being is valuable just because they exist and I pray that you learn to sing on these beautiful things during this season of temporal inprisonment. Keep on singing, caged bird, you will find freedom someday. All things are possible for those who believe.
Stay tuned, Starward. I've: Stay tuned, Starward. I've always dreamed of writing a book and in therapy last night I think I stumbled upon it. There's plenty of trauma where that comes from, but I've decided to dig through the rubbish and polish off the gems for some personal, and hopefully interpersonal healing as well!
This hits me in those parts: This hits me in those parts of my heart that have never fully recovered from similar treatment when I was in elementary school.
This is poignant, intense,: This is poignant, intense, and absolutely magnificent. Let me say again, more loudly---ABSOLUTELY MAGNIFICENT. The situation described, the situation that young Evan has to endure, is horrible, and I suspect it still occurs. (I experienced something similar, not exactly, but another situation of the school system punishing some students---myself included---for thinking outside the box, or thinking differently). You have written a gut-wrenching account that every parent of every unhappy student ought to read.
You have described with: You have described with intense precision one of the seasons of my life---a time that began in Autumn, 1980, and lasted for a little over three years. My heart goes out to anyone who has experienced something like this, be it for hours or for years.
GETTING TIRESOME NOW: GETTING TIRESOME NOW SNAKE
YOU OBVIOUSLY DON'T WANT TO DEAL
SHOULD I HAND THINGS TO MR P???
I'M RATHER BUSY
DELAYED FIRING TOO
SO I COULD MEET YOU
A comment from lyrycsyntyme: A comment from lyrycsyntyme is a very good reason to read the poem so commented on, and this poem is magnificent. I really enjoy the way you deployed words. One thing stumbled my eye was the change of second person address from "you" to "thee" and then back; and the change from second to third person address. Is the person in the first line the same as in the seventh line? (I am an old man, and I do not deny the possibility of my bad mis-reading of any given poem.) Still, despite these points (which may be more on my reading than on the poem), this poem is still beautifully presented. One aspect that caught my eye as an excellent verbal strategy was the dwindling length of the lines in the last five lines, and no punctuation following the last word---which, in this case, is an advantage, because it opens the field of possibility and leaves all sorts of questions unanswered, enhancing the sense of mystery that accompany such experiences. I really, really like this poem; it has my applause!
I really love this line pair: "I ascertained that without thee I’m at sea
If I don’t attain thee I’ll be missed for ages"
It really encapsulates the state of mind of a devastating heartbreak, and it's lost time.
Fantastic, on the whole. I didn't anticipate it all being a dream. Hopefully one that is to become reality for you ; )
broughts tears to my eyes as: broughts tears to my eyes as it made me think of my late father. Blessings to you for this wonderful, wonderful piece you have shared
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The poem sounds like a: The poem sounds like a whispered conversation---and the fourth and fifth lines, along with the last, are comforting and reassuring. Although brief, the poem is emotionally powerful.