Laughter fills this place
little feet running
to and fro
screams of delight
lullabies
impromptu dancing
in the living room
vrrroooming cars
giggles over silliness
read alouds
piano practice
laughter fills this place
but I am just a jailbird
looking past
vertical shadows
of chains
I fly but
crash my wings
I can only listen
as I perch
on the swing
on the beam
on the water bowl
and look forward
to someday
I can leave
for the skies.
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Poetic Ponderings 
interesting turn in this…i rather like the fun of the first part….makes me think of life with my kids…
the second part makes me feel trapped….wanting to escape…
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you know what? i think that sometimes, we can substitute “parents” for the birds. 😉
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the caged bird still sings.
and yet it makes me think of that other saying, that a gilded cage — is still a cage.
I like the turn in the second part.
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i had “gilded cage” in my mind but I couldn’t remember why. now i see it must’ve been because i’ve heard of that saying before but forgot about it. 😉 i’m glad you liked it though!
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whoa, I love how this poem made a complete 180… I always hate to see birds in cages… must feel so trapped
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thanks. ironically, we have 2 pet birds. they were actually the inspiration to this poem!
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this makes me think of those who are too fragile tor the real world.
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I fly but
crash my wings…
…strong visual. No wonder jailbirds try and break free. (^_^) Enjoyed reading your piece.
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Thanks. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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