He wanders lost in the dim of the fading moon
Down steep stairs finds a door will not open,
‘I want out,’ he pleas despair to no avail,
Stomach knotted aches the turmoil he can’t tell
Save the one who has his heart if near will know,
Dispirited, wallows, laments, alas his presence is afar.
Ah free sparrow, how sweet your song.
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Jeff, a beautiful little poem. It reads nicely.
Pamela
I think this captures that “on the brink of something” moment/period when a person knows there is someone out there, a destiny waiting for both – the sparrow ending is strong – would that there was a way to fly to someone, unshackle the unknown and find “the one right, true heart”. A fine poem. Thanks.
It’s as though the confinement, the constriction comes off the page and is tangible.
oh that yearning to fly free, like the sparrow… that final line is perfect, adding immeasurably to the depth of contrast – palpable
An emotional read! Very well crafted.
the room closes
inch-by-inch
as the sparrow
flutters in search
of way out