The Caged Bird

  The caged bird flies Deep into brilliant Blue, blue skies. The caged bird cries Songs of lilting love Her sweet voice sings Of beauty, freedom All things. The caged bird dies In the midst of bars holding Holding her in. No soaring in blue skies Nor lilting love...

You Know

You know, I haven’t seen The beauty, splendour You talked about, you’ve seen. Mine has been A narrow kaleidoscope Of all the things Near and close to me. And you know You know, that’s enough Enough for me. ~ Patrice Patrice Clarkson –...