The Caged Bird

 

The caged bird flies
Deep into brilliant
Blue, blue skies.

The caged bird cries
Songs of lilting love
Her sweet voice sings
Of beauty, freedom
All things.

The caged bird dies
In the midst of bars holding
Holding her in.

No soaring in blue skies
Nor lilting love songs sung
For this was only a dream
Dreamt in
A dark night long.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

Why Haven’t I

Why haven’t I seen
Your heart open up
Your voice speak
Soft, lilting words

Why haven’t I known
The place where all go
To be safe and unhurt
Why haven’t I?

I don’t know why
I haven’t been able
To experience all
Of these things.

I do know they exist
And know
Someday I’ll see all these
Beautiful, wondrous things.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

See The Words On The Page

See the words on the page
Bring them out from where they lie
Sing their lovely, lilting song
As you gently nudge to where they belong.

See words filled with wondrous thoughts
No sadness or hateful things
Just beauty radiating, singing
Now and into spring.

Bring these words to the page
Let them shout, sing their happiness
Here and all about
These beauty words you’re bringing out.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013