The Silent Songbird

The morning concert I hear every day from my window inspired this piece.

A member of nature’s choir takes flight,

Ceasing freedom for another day.

Their ballads, their arias and melodies fill the air.

 

From within a concrete nest build by man,

An opening allows the music in but joy cannot be found.

The nest is camouflaged cage,

The inhabitant, a self-imposed prisoner who lost her song.

Her soul, her harmony, Silence is her only lyric.

 

The feathered minstrels take flight,

Ceasing freedom every day in song.

Beckoning the silent songbird to accompany them once more.

 

Reviews

[Inject Positivity]

Loved the thought behind this write, the word choices and the imagery were spectacularly vivid... Your observation makes the reader feel the silent lyrical song humming I'm his ears... The construction of the poem flowed really well too...

Sincerely
Dhiman

[Hannah Morgan]

Thank you so much for your review. I am so glad that my choice of words portrayed the imagery I intended.
Thank you again Dhiman

[Lorry]

If only we could join them from our cages and feel their freedoms that we so long ago forgot. Beautifully captured.