Be Bird, Me

by Richard Machado   Jun 30, 2008


Their words bounce off maples and cherry wood.
Flutters spur the world around,
awakening it to the smell of damp organic dew.
In the morning of outstretched arms
to the sky, and spinning imaginary wonder,
dark and light greens are sprinkled with brown
through the breaks in the broad oak leaves.
Lift me higher than me,
to a place where I can't yet see.
I wish to be reminded of my heart,
free little birds, sing so I can feel once more
alive and connected to this world.
I've been living in my own so long,
can I still renew?--the sense I had of spirit, and
the voice I had of right?
Teach me stronger who I should be
Lift me freer, freer free!
to who I am supposed to be.

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  • 15 years ago

    by xPerfect Chaosx

    I particularly enjoyed this piece because of the use of your language. The line "awakening it to the smell of damp organic dew. " was just astounding. It drew you in and didn't waste a breath doing what this poem was supposed to do, captivate the reader. The only thing I see wrong is I believe that instead of stronger in this line "Teach me stronger who I should be" it should be stranger. I'm sure it's just a typo of some sort, unless I'm mistaken. Anyway, back to my praise. It speaks volumes of the wish and need to be free from the mundane things of everyday life and I think we could all use a bit of that. It spoke to the elemental side of me to want to go out and spread my wings. I would go on and straddle up my vocabulary and ride it around in praise of your poem, but I'm sure by now you're bored of reading this. lol. Well, it definitely earned a 5/5 in my book! Very well done.

    *Danielle

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