Free as a bird...now

Written with the help of lyrics by Lynryd Skynyrd

 

 

 

 

Free as a bird…now

 

 

“If I leave here tomorrow”

 

Lonely days of glass dividers and tissue boxes

Pecking away like a chisel on some old piece of granite

Feeling the pain of each sorrowed sentence

Carving words on obsolete paper in faded scratch marks

 

“Would you still remember me?”

 

My reflection finds me a stranger of warped shapes

Names bounce off of walls and scatter to the stained floor

I have read those pieces of promised hope and lover’s sins

Said my peace in volumes straight from my heart

 

“For I must be traveling on now”

 

It seems the shadows have faded into a still breeze

Hectic lives infuse dancing dreams with left over cottage cheese

Faces are seen, hiding in plain site, hoping not to be found

Bins overflow with the un-perused and wishful thinking

 

“Cause there’s too many places I’ve got to see”

 

Beyond this horizon is calling in a faint echo

Winding paths offering more than what I have, whispering on slow winds

Forgotten, in due time, as another sun sets

And a mourning dove coos my sad farewell

 

“I’m as free as a bird…

 

now”

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[London's Lily]

Glass dividers and tissue boxes, oh am I too familiar with both! This is another fine example of your skill at creating unique poetry and telling stories through splendid imagery. And Freebird is one song I don't mind having stuck in my head for the next day or two. ;)

[Jack...]

Lily, I am so happy you stopped by. Thank you for you kind words.

[London's Lily]

I'm happy that you're happy :)

[London's Lily]

I've not been able to dedicate sufficient time to my RRs or anything else on the site for a few days, but yesterday I got started. This weekend I plan to be here a lot, and I can get all caught up on the awesome stuff everyone's been writing. :)

[Kelly Scheppers]

I admire what you did here, Jack...taking lines from a song and construing them into your own poetic voice. I am amazed by your talents, for this is truly something extraordinary!

My best,
Kelly

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Kelly, I am thrilled you enjoyed this.

[Rita L. Sev]

Great song as inspiration for this superb poem, Jack.

Bins overflow with the un-perused and wishful thinking... So many thoughts, wishes, dream, go not only unfulfilled, but un-perused...

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Rita

[Pryde Foltz]

Do you think Birds ever look down at a child playing in the park and go....I wish I could run like that .... I wish I could I climb like that... I wish I didn't have to eat rocks

Nothing to do with your sorrowful write, here. Well done and don't even think about learning to fly.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Pryde, I was sure I responded to this yesterday, which started the other poem, but I guess I was just dreaming or WC is messing with me.

[redflutterby]

I'm holding my lighter up...but you aren't going anywhere mister!! Geez...I do so love Skynyrd!! You know who that song was written for I'm sure.

Anyway...fantastic piece..full of deep meaning. ;-)

Now I'd like to request "They Call Me The Breeze" or maybe "I Know a Little" . ha...

[Jack...]

Yeah, I know a little about love...

Thanks so much Red. Always your sweet words give me wings.

[SyberRose]

Lovely Jack...When I was free as a bird...I was too naive to have any fun haa...Enjoyed...Rose

[Jack...]

Your mind is flying free sweet Rose, it is evident in your poetry. Thank you so very much.

[Larry Dyson]

always did like the lynard...and you do it justice my friend..nice!..Laury

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much.

[Traci]

Love the song, one of my favorites. This poem is written exceptionally well, a story within a poem, that signifies a sad farewell. Well done, my friend.

[Jack...]

Thank you Traci for the kind words this morning. My smile grows because of you.

[ANTO]

"Hectic lives infuse dancing dreams with left over cottage cheese." Real life interjects on our dreams Jack. I suppose its why our dreams are so special.
A fine, fine poem with much anguish well written.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend.

[Lily Finch]

beautiful write
and I love this stanza
" Lonely days of glass dividers and tissue boxes
Pecking away like a chisel on some old piece of granite
Feeling the pain of each sorrowed sentence"

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Lily.