no freedom for the blackbird

there is a moment — outside
of consciousness — when
we believe our eyes
able to see through the night
and we are free to wander
the landscapes
of our dreams

where broken things
are mended,
life is an exultation
and we are free
to spread wings and ride
upon the winds
of freedom…

morning light reveals
a stark terrain, liberty
caged by obligation
and the only beating
of wings
are those of the blackbird,
circling the dead who
do not arise.

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12 Comments

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12 responses to “no freedom for the blackbird

  1. I was feeling positive and happy until that last stanza! But the wordle dictated a certain amount of darkness.

  2. Reblogged this on The Mirror Obscura and commented:
    I very good poem from Mark. >KB

  3. Dark is part of being awake..i too wish we could stay a little longer in dreams..good ones..beautiful flow and feeling throughout this poem..

  4. Mark, there are some dark thoughts here.. obligations of the morning. but maybe just the cage of a workplace …

  5. Obligations tend to rip your wings off. Nice write!

  6. I appreciate the wisdom of Windham! Well done, Mark!

  7. I especially like the second stanza, Mark.

  8. I really liked the way this read. Excellent!

  9. This flows well, Mark. Viv’s comment mirrors my own feelings as reading. Strong write!

  10. Besides which [following on from your reply to ViV], some of our best poetry comes from the dark places. Keep this on hand and come back to it every now and then.

  11. Where broken things are mended….yes.

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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