"One Day I'll Fly Away" Photography by Hayley Richards
Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 66
Come join us!
Some birds are poets and sing
all summer. ~Henry David
Once my words were caged
Strangled by silence
Like a shy child
They lingered close
In quiet spaces
Whispering in my ear
where no one else would hear
But with time they grew
And so did I
Old cages get rusty
but old birds still fly
now the silence is stifled by words
they reach far places
like migrating birds.
©Carrie Van Horn 2019
Yes, old birds still fly, and there is much life wisdom in our words. I love this, Carrie. Amazing photo, too.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Sherry. You are right old bird still fly, and wisdom does abound in older birds. :-)
Deletethey reach far places
ReplyDeletelike migrating birds
It is a most satisfying feel to be blessed with the joy and the ability to pen a wonderful verse. Great write Carrie!
Hank
Thank you Hank!
Delete"...old birds still fly" has got to be one of my favorite lines to date. Along with the idea that we can grow out of our bars, this is a moving & needed poem. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Chrissa! 😍
DeleteWriting is definitely freeing.
ReplyDeleteOld birds still fly...how poignant is that line. Yes. We all birds still fly and dream. Good job!
ReplyDeleteA bird is always beautiful old or young and should never be caged.
ReplyDeleteWords can certainly have a significant reach.
ReplyDeleteWords echo and never really die I suspect.. Nicely captured. :)
ReplyDeleteIn ink, we can grow wings. And that reads so gloriously delightful here. Fly, baby... fly!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteYour poems blow me away, lady. Truly lovely poem here.
ReplyDeleteI wrote something similarly inspired to the photo you use for this. It's simply called Fly. I'd love for you to come have a look when you can.