image by : © JMG 2015
* Pacing the cage is all a lonely bluebird knows *
. . .
Tall fallen fences blew down in a rogue
windstorm ,
Exposing an unheeded nakedness lay bare
The rusty hinged gate stood sentinel,
locked unopened
A bastille of
invisible defenses shield an obscure black pearl
While an ocean blue surges deep within a hidden seashell
Home alone, a bluebird swings on barbwire perch in darkness
Singing to the marooned silence ,.. stranded like unwept tears
The gilded cage door is
wide open, although
Pacing the cage is all a lonely
bluebird knows
Deluded into thinking listless
wings forsook ,
Bide too frayed to
mend, not meant for flying anymore
It's cruel for a bird in hand to
watch blind eyes look away
Even a moment's remission from the ache is not a cure
harlon rivers ... December 1, 2017 ©
image by: (C) CIGARO
