The Cage

by blacktiger3915

Published December 18, 2007

The bird and I stared at each other.

She flew rapidly around the cage as I tried to feed her.

She screamed and flew and screamed and flew

Until I couldn't take it anymore.

I opened the window then the cage.

She flew towards the sky,

So high that I couldn't see her again.

As I watched, I was thinking

When will I be free?

When will I get out of my cage?

If only I could fly.....

If only I could fly.

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Via
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Via wrote a review Review · Jan 24, 2008

Hi blacktiger--

I understand what you are getting at on this poem.

However, how do I understand it you ask? Because you tell me exactly what is going on in this poem! Part of the beauty of poetry is the mystery within the words. How can you symbolize that you believe you aren't free by using the bird but not flat out saying "When will I be free?". This is the magic of similie and metaphor usage--to say something without actually saying something. The reader needs to find his/her own way in deciphering the theme of the poem...this can't happen if the author spells it out for them! :]

Also...don't doublespace, it's just weird looking and breaks the flow.

Happy Editing!

*singerofthenight* wrote a review Review · Jan 24, 2008

i loves it....eeeeeeeewwwwwwwww wwwwwwweeeeee....yes sa iloves it...... :smt045 ignore my coment im just being silly.......lol :smt044 but 4 real.....fellow georgian....i really enjoyed it...... :smt037 ........ :backtotopic: ok it was good

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blacktiger3915 commented Comment · Jan 24, 2008

Thanks you two! Now I can die happy. :smt119

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cousinx commented Comment · Dec 21, 2007

i like this. i really like the imagery. it gives you a clear picture of the scenario in your head. i like how you tied the person and bird together.

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darkdove commented Comment · Dec 18, 2007

i liked it, its very symbolic. i think it w\means something else. anyways i like it



Go in fear of abstractions.
— Ezra Pound