Gilded Cage

The music included was my sister's favorite song, it held new meaning after I lost her...

found my place among the ashes of old memories & photographs

starry nights hold no sparkle, the moon shines on another galaxy

music doesn't sound the same, butterflies failed to flutter their wings

i tried to smile the tune to your favorite song, 

notes turned into tears, shadowed meanings drifted 

clouds of haze lined in pain where silver was once a hue

bloodied roses set you free on that fateful day

I landed in the gilded cage with a bird of no voice

we kept each other company praying for a song

to lift our wings and breathe new life

imprisoned within this shelter it grew louder

not enough room to harbor two heavy hearts

living had become darker than death

i shut you out without flight

you surrendered nary a fight

the cage bars lifted

       ~~~as you trailed off I heard a whispered hush of singing

                                  'nobody cries, there's only butterflies'

Author's Note

Reviews

[Horizon K.]

... Notes turned into tears... I can't even imagine, how heavy it must feel to even breathe, how painful to hear a song or the sound of some disconnected laughter... If I lost my own sister. This poem is so terribly sad while beautifully wrought. My heart to you dear Frieda, for your tragic loss...

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much for your kindness Horizon, much appreciated...

[KAOlmsted]

Frieda...I absolutely love that song, too, so much so a few years ago my friend Steffi's daughter burnt it onto a disc for me...I played that thing raw. This is the first time I've ever listened to it and cried...

Beautiful but painful write. Thank you so much for sharing her with us...xoxo

[Renée]

listening

[Emerald Seas]

It amazes me how beautiful you can craft your pain and sorrows into these works of art. Heartfelt and so well written, Frieda.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Sera, some days that's all we can do with our pain if we're lucky.

[Tai Ryens]

I liked the multiple time figures this poem was based on, something in between the past and the future but it isn't the present. Like a purgatory.

[Frieda P]

Definite purgatory Tai, thanks for your insightful review, much appreciated.

[Bubo]

Such a beautiful tragic piece, the last lines over whelming in their meaning. I love your layout and your non rhyming in places, and the beauty in which you write about something so clearly tragic x

[Frieda P]

Thanks for visiting my page and your kind words Bubo.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Mournful :( This is one of those purging pieces, I think (I've written a few like this as of late). The emotion is real and raw; palpable, tangible and honest. Great verse, as always. Well done.

[Frieda P]

Sorry you have the need to do so also Friday, sometimes nothing else ever feels quite right, thanks so much...

[Pete Langley]

I feel your pain in this piece, Frieda, I hope it helped you in the writing. P.

[Frieda P]

Of all the pain, this is by far still the worse, I think it does help to purge it, for a bit anyway. Thanks Pete. x

[s y e]

Wow, this one brought tears to my eyes, your heart bled onto the page in this write, Frieda.

Such a loving, heartfelt, emotional write.

[Frieda P]

Thanks sweetheart, much appreciated. x

[s y e]

Always xo