Caged Bird
I know
why the sky is blue,
I know it’s
blue because molecules in the air scatter blue light from the sun
more than they scatter red light.
I don't
know why we care why the sky is blue,
It seems
like knowing why serves as a restraint,
Ignorance
is bliss,
Birds don’t
care that the sky is blue.
Freedom
means that you can think how you want
Nothing
in this world can take away your freedom,
Being
caged is locking that freedom up, just barely out of your reach
Singing
your soul,
To let
your freedom ride through your melody
I sing of
my dreams,
My dreams
of my family
My dreams
of happiness
My dreams
of not knowing,
Not knowing
why the sky is blue
Flying up
into the sky
The sky
of mystery,
The sky
of freedom.
Flying
away from the things threatening to weigh you down
The older I get the more I relate to your "ignorance is bliss" idea here--there's so much I wish I could unknow. I suppose I generally believe knowledge is power, but I can also totally see what you're saying here about the answers holding us back in many ways and the freedom that comes in being unaware.
ReplyDeleteHi, Glenda! I think that your poem is beautiful, especially the last line, “Flying away from the things threatening to weigh you down.” This is a hopeful way to end a poem, that line will stay stuck in your readers’ (my) heads. It will give them that push to pursue their own freedom in their lives. I love the idea of freedom in your poem, and how you portray that freedom as a bird that is “flying up into the sky.” Your poem reminds me of the saying, “Being free as a bird.” Birds are free to fly where they wish anywhere is that great blue sky, and can go anywhere that they dream to go (if birds dream, that is). This is a fantastic poem, and it has a great meaning that will stick with readers!
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