Carolina chickadee
flew into the park
one brilliant morning.
The trees rejoiced,
their leaves swaying
to the autumn breeze.
I tasted a change coming
as my eyes softly
welcomed them
with a smile.
I harbor memories
of long ago,
on a distant shore
of the caged small birds
chirping,
feasting passionately
from a sugar bowl
oblivious to their circumstance.
The bartender said
they were love birds
and they mate for life.
He poured rum into a tall glass
while sand brushed my toes.
I laughed,
I remember my innocence.
Youth and it's delicious
and painful blunders,
a lifetime ago.
I sigh,
it's my lifetime ago,
my wonder,
my thirst for life and love
that awakened my resolve.
My rebellion
my transformation from a girl into a woman,
a woman that would become a mother,
that loved fiercely.
A woman that believed in dreams
and starting over.
A woman that wanted to touch
the sky
like a free bird.
Sure grow through life and create our own lifetime
ReplyDeleteIndeed!
DeleteAyala,
ReplyDeleteCan sense the transformation through your words. xo
Thank you, Rudri.
DeleteHa, you might want to look at my haibun again. Smiles. Your commentwas 'beautiful memory,' but the main character was a little boy, and it was totally fiction.
ReplyDeleteAs for your poem here, ah....those youthful rebellions! Sometimes I do wonder if they are important...ways of becoming who we are meant to be. Ways of teaching us to touch the sky.
:) thank you Mary.
DeleteWonderful metaphoric poem, Ayala...and Happy Hanakah (sig) to you and your family.Sorry about the spelling. Light and peace.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Victoria. I appreciate your good wishes. Hugs.
DeleteI like the reflections of your journey Ayala ~ Love the transformation of the woman who values love, courage and freedom ~
ReplyDeleteTo have that child inside... yes despite all the changes somehow that is where we can find the courage
ReplyDeleteSigh... this is soo dreamy!
ReplyDeleteLovely reflections of innocence and growth. Long may the child live within.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
A wonderful reflection on change, growth, freedom and personal responsibility. Much enjoyed.
ReplyDeleteSteve K.
This is beautiful. It sounds like the journey of a life well lived.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you/she wanted to live as a free bird. There's much about youth where we are so naïve and just go along without questioning.
ReplyDeleteLovely to see you here, Ayala!
Gayle ~
Free birds
ReplyDeletemust stay
hungry
to be free..
is the best way
i can describe
my path back to freedom..
Most animals live this way
except for humans in all
our
receiving
ways of so
much we have
now compared
to any other time
in history.. but the
purpose and meaning
that hungry means.. and
to be clear.. this is just
how the words
make me
feel..
i have no
idea how it
personally affects
you.. my friend..:)