Ah, to be a bird and soar through the sky. Nice poem.

Were we to spread our wings as wide as the ocean permits would be touch the hem of God's tunic? Your words make me want to be a better writer, one that writes poems such as these, thanks for sharing your heart about freedom and wings, I say if you got them, make them sing xo

Richard has given the most comprehensive comment on this poem that offers me little to add to it. Marvelous poetry deep and convincing.

Its easy to feel entangled and trapped and dreaming the only escape.

LOve birdies and hate to see them on the side of the road after being hit by a car and I even hate it more if I hit them myself like I did tonight, I was much upset with not only myself but with the bird, -e-

The process of interpreting another's poetry is never definitive. For me: the emotional content takes center stage in this piece. I'm thinking the obvious interpretation here (which all have offered below) evades (what I perceive as) the writers deeper intent in composing the piece. 'make gully my eyes' is the first clue to me that (perhaps) a flood of tears was involved; possibly on various occasions. Everyone admires the freedom a healthy bird has in flight. But I sense also the writer (being another kind of bird) is writing about something personal, not as easily discernible to a scanning reader. Something perhaps that dragged the writer's heart over the rocks. Perhaps a marriage, or relationship, that evolved badly and began to undermine, or degrade, the creative essence of who the writer was/is at the core. Subjective. Certainly, if we want to fly like a bird, we have to give up everything that weighs us down. Each of us is born with creative wings, so why, I wonder, do so many people crawl through life. Birds and people who love freedom have something in common, they must fly freely to feel that they are alive. Much to be drawn from this, bro. I've drawn a drop. Well done. Enjoyed. r

To think that birds are surviving dinosaurs. Warm-blooded, mate for life, raise their children to independence, live long and fly with the wind and even against it with ease. They fly through deep brush and heavy tree canopy without collision and reach their perches with precision. See in color and have eyesight that can spot distant or small food from a very great distance. A sense of guidance that allows them to migrate thousands of miles. The sense of smell that allows them to find water and food where there is almost none.

The bird's plumage is the most beautiful in the animal kingdom. They even make loyal and seemingly contented companions in captivity.

I agree with you. It is time to set them free.

Ron

I've never had anything but dogs for pets. I believe they are pretty much groomed for being pets though their bloodlines.

I've come to feel that way about any creature that's considered a pet and needs to be confined. In the past, I've had a boa and an iguana. Both lived in a gutted 25" tv {not at the same time) I converted to their living quarters. I don't know how they felt, but I always said that the only way I'd keep pets like that again would be if I could fix up a room and at least give them that much freedom. And don't get me started on aquairums.