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Yay Words! 
after Nick Virgilio, of course;
the parakeet
out of the cage
out of itself
liked this one!
flight to freedom…
swinging in the wind
the empty cage
The second image is awesome, Anitha. I just think that the first line is implied . I suggest replacing it with: cloudless sky, or: distant sun.
Thanks, Rita.. yes. The first image is indeed implied..:)
the ghostly rush
of my bird’s echo
throughout the house . . .
I find instead the wind
swinging in his cage
The wind swinging in his cage, is a lovely image, Kathy!
That Moment
i know the door is open. do i set the cage outside? letting go is harder when there is no return. still. do i want my spirit caged? a prison? of my own making? i watch the bird. the bird watches the cage. i turn and let the bird decide.
empty
the cage full of sunlight
this spring
winter opens
its doors to spring
robins return!
Yay! 🙂
twittering of
many treetop starlings
becomes a roar
Reblogged this on A Walk In Haiku and commented:
summer sky …
not thinking of what
is left behind
empty cage the memory of a song
I swing
back and forth
whether to cry or not . . .
perhaps, one day
I’ll never be afraid to break
the silence
revision:
I swing back and forth
whether to cry or not . . .
perhaps, one day
I’ll never be afraid to break
the silence
I thought I
would be sad.
Damp concrete and hope.
so, again the dream in this
fluttering world where these
phalanges remember flight
and each cell sloughed
is another lost chance
free at last
after many years
in a cage