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Poetry by Liana Margiva
You thought I was a toy, you, cruel, heartless creatures,
Who gave you right to bury me alive?
Seek absolution for your sins in churches,
As you commit them right where you live and thrive.
You seek your fortunes and pursue your pleasure,
But I’m committed to your putrid cage,
You trimmed my wings and took away my treasure –
My freedom and the Sun’s warm rays.
And now you wish for me to thrill your offspring
With pretty little tunes from dusk till dawn,
And give you joy by dumb and mindless twitting
All in exchange for view of your front lawn.
What of my joy, the one that you denied me,
Me, who with Liberty once flew?
You give me water that is dead and foul
To me, who’s used to drinking morning dew.
The fodder that you shove into my feeder
Is bitter and repulsive prison slop.
I miss the taste of fresh cut grass on meadows
That’s warmed up by the Sun’s eternal love.
My tears roll down the bright and colored feathers,
The plumage that attracted you to me,
These tears come from aching heart of jailbird
Depraved of freedom and the godly glee.
I miss the sky that’s peeking through your windows,
My soul still soars there among the clouds.
I beckon it with ruffle of my feathers,
But it will not descend from up above.
My heart and soul forever separated
The soul’s up there, in the blissful sky,
The heart’s in dungeon very deeply hated
So there’s nothing left for me but cry.
And now, before the bell tolls final hour,
Until my heart has few remaining beats,
I want to do what’s left within my power,
To bid my farewell to those I miss.
Farewell to Sun, I failed to reach your regions
To thank you for the warmth you amply shared.
Your rays can melt the steel and vaporize the stone,
But powerless they are my heart to warm.
Oh, endless Sky, my wings destined to fold
Beneath the blue abyss that used my wings to hold.
The empty space where Liberty resides,
And where I found happiness and pride.
Farewell to leaves on all the trees I knew,
I miss the days when in your crowns I grew.
I loved you all, and on depressing nights,
In my grave-cage this love was sole light.
Oh, how I wished to bust through hated walls
And sing again in God’s celestial halls!
Farewell, my home shrub, once upon a time
You sheltered helpless fledgling that was I.
You were my roof on rainy, stormy nights,
You helped me up when I attempted flight.
Farewell to Freedom, you remain alone
In my home forest where shadows roam.
Where branches dreamed of little poets’ songs,
And verses were composed all day long.
On somber days when skies were dark and foul
You had the company of my immortal soul.
So said the jailbird, and, all said and done,
It closed its eyes and was forever gone.
New day will dawn, another convict bird
Will make the cage its tight and gloomy world.
By Liana Margiva
Translated from Russian by Anatol Kardiukov
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|Reviewed by JMS Bell
|LIANA...YOUR WORDS ARE 'SHOVELS', WHICH REACH AND DIG INTO A READERS HEART, MIND AND SOUL. AND WHEN IT REACHES THE VERY 'INNER CORE' ONE CAN DO NOTHING BUT ACKNOWLEDGE THE HOPELESS THOUGHTS THAT SURELY ATTENDS EVERY 'CAGED' BIRD. ADMITTEDLY, EXCEPT FOR THAT MIRACULOUS 'THING', THAT 'LIGHT', WHICH CANNOT BE ARRESTED OR CAGED CALLED...FREEDOM OF MIND AND SPIRIT...THERE WOULD BE NO ANTICIPATION OF 'BETTER DAYS' IN THIS WORLD, OR...THE NEXT. THIS WORK REMINDED ME OF MAYA ANGELOU'S FAMED POEM, 'I KNOW WHY THE CAGED BIRD SINGS'. I HAVE SAVED THIS, LIANA...YOUR WONDERFUL GIFT IS ONCE MORE, SO APPRECIATED AND VERY MUCH ENJOYED. THANK YOU FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS & FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS|
|Reviewed by MaryGrace Patterson
|Your poems touch ones heart with their pureness and fragility. They have a special quailty that draws the reader in and holds them spell bound to the poem...You are a TRUE Poet Liana....Love,,,M|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Such a powerful and soul-reaching poem, Liana. Thank you for sharing it. Love and best wishes to you,
|Reviewed by Axilea MU
|The song of freedom lost by the soul-bird. I can identify with this creature... Beautiful!
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|Brilliant is song and dance..wow..novel poem!!!!|
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|A robust insight, Liana, with many excellent lines. The message in your poem is universal (to me) in varied ways. Many sadly live their lives as these you bemoan. Enjoyed this poetess, Brava! ... richard|
|Reviewed by TONY NERONE
|A lot of sensitivity shown with this wonderful writing.
GOD BLESS YOU
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
I truly enjoy reading your poetry. You are an amazing writer, and always inspiring no matter what your subject matter is. I enjoyed this one!!!!
Peace, love and light,
|Reviewed by jude forese
|somber subject ... very well written ....|
|Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather
|i can feel the sadness in your words. Cages should not exist. ~ Morgan|
|Reviewed by Micki Peluso
I loved this, really loved it. I hate to see animals and birds caged and you told one creature's sad lament so beautifully as usual--you're one of the best!!!
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|The solemnity that over shadows and the distinct agony of wanting to be free, but held captive. "Bird in a cage" seems to interchange between the world of human emotion and desire and that of achieving flight of freedom. Truly heartfelt..
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by neerja gandhi
|strong and sad|
|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|A caged bird shares only sorrow on the forlorn repertoire of its songs. A lonely heart caged by indifference shares much the same plight. Fated to die from being held from the love and free life it seeks. If metaphors of this realm and character were music, your "Bird in a cage" would be a grand opera. Let the dread of caged birds and caged hearts never befall you. I bid you love and peace my dear friend. Jon Michael|
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Russo
|Overwhelmingly sad, both literally and figuratively. The pain of a caged "bird", so sad. ~Best, Elizabeth|
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|Wonderfully layered in meaning, Liana, as even we humans can feel trapped in our own or in society's cages.
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|WOW such powerful poetry!
You so very aptly conveyed the Oh! so sad!
feelings of a caged and desperate bird...
with "their" voice that we should heed!!
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Bittersweet but beautiful...
|Reviewed by Mary Metcalf
|so sad a plight for all the birds to be caged instead of allowing one
to enjoy seeing the birds in freedom and sitting on the porch in the early mornings to listen to their seranade as they greet the morning sun....i share your tears for the caged birds
love and hugs