Thursday, February 01, 2007

The Parrot

In its eye the white freedom of heaven,

violet horizon a line in opposition

to the black bars of a cage.

The head able to hold just one thought,

memory of the lightness of feathers

adrift on a breath of wind.

My Odeo Podcast


Blogger Chris Never said...

Yes, well writ, I have always hated caged birds, it seems to be the most unnatural fate mankind could have thought up for such a beautiful creature.

3:35 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

yeah, that's what I think too. How cruel. Putting a bird in a cage must suck all the joy out of its life. How selfish to do that.

4:13 PM  
Blogger didi said...

why don't you put the picture up with the poem if you want.


5:00 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

thanks Didi

5:32 PM  

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