Glimpses of memories
Ride like rolling waves
across wide-open oceans
Flashbacks of days gone by
Whirl like dust devils
dancing across vacant skies
Trying to incorporate them
into the harsh reality
that is this day
could be as futile as trying
to convince the caged bird
he is free
His melodies
although masterfully sung
somehow ring hollow
when harmonized
with a strangled heart
struggling to keep time
Fragmented dreams
of flying free
across clear blue skies
wreak havoc on a life
compelled to witness
the world behind iron bars
Yet the songbird sings
his joyful song
His unwavering faith in
what may be…
what could be…
inspires every note
I like how this poem flows from a harsh, fragmented reality to inspiration. Very nice!
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Thank you!
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