Without Wings


You will fly,
leave me to
defy the gravity
I pace.

Oh, to be a bird,
a heart not bound
by ink to pen freedom,
but a spirit in communion
with the sky.

Fill my eyes with wings.

 ©Susie Clevenger 2018


Comments

Sanaa Rizvi said…
Oh such deep and intense longing in this one, Susie!💞 Especially like: "Fill my eyes with wings."
Ron. said…
Good, but that last line's killer-diller good, Clevenger! Salute.
brudberg said…
Fill my eyes with wings...

I start to think about the caged bird when I read your poem
Carrie Van Horn said…
Oh Susie this is absolutely wonderful! I love the line,'A heart not bound by ink to pen freedom" Stunning words!!!
Herotomost said…
That first stanza is a doozy. What a wonderful thought and such a beautiful way to say it. I really loved this!!
Vicki said…
Really lovely, Susie!
A beautiful expression of what I think is a universal human longing.
Anonymous said…
the first stanza carries the weight of this - it really does. It's truly astounding. And wonderful.
"fill my eyes with wings" - Gorgeous line, and poem, Susie!
rallentanda said…
When I watch the birds I echo your lovely thoughts.
Thotpurge said…
fill my eyes with wings.. that's going to stay with me..forever. Thank you Susie!
Anmol (HA) said…
"Fill my eyes with wings": Oh, this is lovely — it's a piercing light to be set free. How enchanting! The entire verse reads like a prayer.
-HA
hyperCRYPTICal said…
Beautiful Susie, beautiful.
Anna :o]
kaykuala said…
How lovely to be up in the sky freely fluttering!

Hank
Kerry O'Connor said…
Oh, to be a bird,
a heart not bound
by ink to pen freedom

This is a wish I can relate to.
Rommy said…
The longing to let the words fly as effortlessly as a bird does through the sky...yes, this is a familiar feeling.