agnes
Sometimes the road is rocky, and you fall. You try to pick yourself up...
pencil sketch by dsnake1
agnes
you told me you feel
trapped
like a bird in a cage
but the door is open
yet you choose
not to fly out.
you are afraid
of the dark clouds
forming
and the horizon is far
and your wings are tired.
even
the fires of hell
seem to hold less terror.
there was always the murmur
about going home
about flying free
and the bold steps
you try to take
always end at the edge.
at the edge.
18/08/2014
**********
To agnes, wherever you may be.
There was always the murmur,you remember, about going home.
*
from "Extreme Wisteria" by Lucie Brock-Broido
I was inspired by the lines from the above poem. This is a prompt from the Bibliomancy Oracle. It can work in agonising ways.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2020
agnes
you told me you feel
trapped
like a bird in a cage
but the door is open
yet you choose
not to fly out.
you are afraid
of the dark clouds
forming
and the horizon is far
and your wings are tired.
even
the fires of hell
seem to hold less terror.
there was always the murmur
about going home
about flying free
and the bold steps
you try to take
always end at the edge.
at the edge.
18/08/2014
**********
To agnes, wherever you may be.
There was always the murmur,you remember, about going home.
*
from "Extreme Wisteria" by Lucie Brock-Broido
I was inspired by the lines from the above poem. This is a prompt from the Bibliomancy Oracle. It can work in agonising ways.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2020
Labels: 80's, depression, fatigue, Friendship, mindscape, Poetry, social issues
posted by dsnake1 at 11:17 PM
17 Comments:
I like Agnes.
I can relate to her
I hope she is OK
I enjoyed this poem
Thank you.
Thank you, Cressida!
yes, i hope she is okay too (probably sitting out the lockdown just like us).
"and the horizon is far
and your wings are tired.
even
the fires of hell
seem to hold less terror,"
This alone speaks volumes!💝
WOW! To the edge; brilliant!
...and the sketch too :-)
The sadness of Agnes's plight is catching me
This is beautiful!
Stay safe.
A sad piece of insight ... sometimes it is ourselves who trap us.
Thank you for pointing us to the Bibliomancy Oracle. Fascinating!
Sanaa,
thank you! :)
ZQ,
yes, you like the sketch. thank you! :)
Marja,
i think the poem works. :)
magiceye,
thank you, my friend! :)
Rosemary,
it is true, sometimes the biggest enemy is ourselves. maybe agnes can learn a thing or two from the words of your latest post.
I found the Bibliomancy Oracle during one of the NaPoWriMo seasons. i tend to write very edgy pieces from their prompts. :)
It is a strange feeling for us all I am sure to have to confront and live with a disaster that affects most of the world. Most of all it our helplessness as we wonder if we can avoid or survive its affects as we teeter on the edge.
It is, Robin. These are strange and dangerous times. In the meantime, we take care of ourselves, and hope that those in charge are doing the right things.
perhaps this poem is also a reflection of the times. fear and loathing and hope.
Stay safe!
As Maya Angelou noted, caged birds can still sing.
Going into the unknown can seem more terrifying than a hell we're used to living with. Being on the outside gives us perspective, but it can hurt so much knowing we can't gift that perspective to the one who is trapped.
Teacher,
yes, they still can, and their songs will be heard too.
Rommy,
thank you!
the unknown can be terrifying, the ones on the outside can have a different perspective, and yes, it hurts to know that this cannot be communicated to the one inside.
thank you for the comment. :)
"the door is open
yet you choose
not to fly out.
you are afraid "
This is soooo everyone, this poem is so credible. Luv the sketch
Easter Blessings Cheong Lee san
Much🌼love
Thank you, Gillena! :)
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