Tuesday, April 5, 2011

April Showers

its another rainy, cold day and Inara and I are spending the afternoon snuggled up on the couch watching Spirited Away for the 112th time. Im fighting off sinking moods and melancholy mindsets with chocolate and then end up pushing myself to hard on the treadmill. Obsessing about the physical is the one thing that trumps my mental.

Thought it would be a good day to be inspired ...

Caged Bird
BY MAYA ANGELOU

A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the sky his own
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

2 comments:

  1. Beautiful poem for that rainy day.
    Here in April means color, warmth, joy ... even if the country is on the verge of bankruptcy.
    kisses

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