Victor Buhagiar Poet Free verse

Could I Ever Be Free

I was in my greenhouse,
Sad and alone.
When I noticed an invasion
of one small sparrow that intruded my domain.
It hit the shaded glass panes,
attempting to escape or at least
trying to find a resting place.
 
Oh, foolish bird, why did you enter
such a prison that could mean death?
It chirped, a cry for help.
It flew like a crazy thing, hitting poles and panes.
 
So I opened a ventilator
hoping it would not spoil the humidity
that was required in my greenhouse.
Would you believe it?  The sparrow
simply refused the opening
preferring to rest upon an empty shelf.
 
So patiently I opened the door and finally
out it flew, straight among the branches
of an old oak tree.  Liberty achieved.
I closed all openings and wondered
if I could ever be as free.

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Jennifer Proxenos August 2, 2021 at 6:42 AM The saying goes 'as free as a bird' I guess, you have proved this saying's worthiness with a sparrow, who first chose to stay and then chose to leave, freedom as we will never know it. Great and wonderful poem my friend, Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.

Eve Roper August 1, 2021 at 10:04 PM I have had birds fly into my home when I open my garage door. It isn't easy to get them to fly out. Enjoyed reading. Hugs Eve

Joanna Daniel July 30, 2021 at 10:49 PM Reflective poem with lingering sadness towards the end, Victor:)

Evelyn Judy Buehler July 30, 2021 at 9:00 PM Your poem touches at the heart of how sweet freedom is to the one to whom it has been denied. An outstanding poem, Victor. Blessings.

Beryl Edmonds July 30, 2021 at 4:16 PM Sometimes even the lonely feel trapped and unable to break free just as that sparrow in your greenhouse was feeling before finding liberty. A beautiful story/poem Victor… Belle

Mystic Rose Rose July 30, 2021 at 3:02 PM Birds do not like to be trapped Victor, and people even less, sometimes we feel trapped within our own realm of sadness, your poetry brings about much thought and feeling, thank you for sharing, blessings

Sotto Poet July 30, 2021 at 12:38 PM What a great poem, Victor; life might seem like that on occasions, with us feeling bound and helpless to see a way out, in contrast to the sparrow's capacity to see. The sparrow is a symbol of liberty, and your poem's last line captures the essence of your wonderful poetry.

Kim Rodrigues July 30, 2021 at 10:29 AM Truly…do we act like crazy things, hitting poles and panes, not seeing the way that is out given to us by God?

Tom Cunningham July 30, 2021 at 10:16 AM Sometimes life feels like that and we feel trapped and cant see a way out unlike the sparrow. Tom

Delice Arleen Skelly July 30, 2021 at 7:40 AM Sparrows are friendly little birds. I love to see them in the garden...Delice

Vijay Pandit July 30, 2021 at 5:58 AM The sparrow a symbol of freedom--the ending line spells the essence of your poem. I like the signature turn in the poem, Victor.

Alexis Y. July 30, 2021 at 4:56 AM WoW! Victor, I could relate to your words, especially the last two lines. Well done, my friend:-) Alexis

Unseeking Seeker July 30, 2021 at 2:46 AM Patience pays! Little bird free! Great write as always, Victor!

Jan Allison July 30, 2021 at 1:04 AM Gosh Victor have you been spying on me - this only happened to me this week with a young blackbird. But having a 'visitor' of any sort is so wonderful in these difficult days:-) hugs Jan x