Sidney Beck Poet Verse

Poetry Bird

POETRY    BIRD


Poetry is a wild bird  
Flies away without your 
Permission
Comes when it wants  
Stays for as long or as short as it feels 

You can’t cage it or train it 
Or  entice it with food or  drink
You put down your crumbs and walk away
Powerless,
Wishing it would come

If it sits on your shoulder 
For a brief time  you are blessed
And when it goes, don’t grieve,
For its freedom is what makes it
Beautiful

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Casarah Nance August 14, 2014 at 5:49 PM Poetry is a wild bird, and you have let it spread wings with your writing, well done on your winning poem :)

Dr. Upma A. Sharma August 12, 2014 at 7:57 AM Great write Sidney. I too feel sad as ideas fly off ,, congrats on big win!

Jan Allison August 12, 2014 at 7:31 AM I hate it when the bird flies away but thankfully she soon returns:-) Great win! Hugs jan xxx

Anne-Lise Andresen August 12, 2014 at 6:45 AM - Congratulations on your winning poem in the contest: "Writing" - sponsored by: Regina Riddle - Really deserved, Sidney ! -oxox // Anne-Lise :)

Dr.Ram Mehta August 12, 2014 at 5:18 AM Yes, agree to that it's a wild bird. love the write. Sidney. congrats

Leon Enriquez May 29, 2014 at 11:03 PM Dear Sidney: Good write. Good read. Thanks. Leon