Broken Wings
Singing a different song…....isn’t always about being different…....maybe it is just about being you.
Broken Wings belongs to the following groups:
All Out Emotion, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Core [C.O.R.E], Feminine Intent (LIMIT TWO IMAGES PER DAY), Graphic Scratch, Masterpieces: Literary Workshop and The Healing JourneyShe is secretive with her practiced no think look on her face
Crowds of multiplicity walk the talk on ever bitching streets
You’ll not notice her passing you by in her self made disguise
Blending, bobbing, throbbing, wearing themselves in to bones
Dancing the day in, day out shuffle of their ancestral frustrations
One, two, three, shuffle shuffle, self, self, self, look, look at me
The narrow music of this rabid life confuses her fine spun senses
Once she thought she was a canary with a melody to serenade
A song to free those who would harken to their forgotten inner truth
They laughed calling her a crazy kook clipping her wings for good
Affections came and went knowing little of her broken canary wings
She hid herself in a few rehearsed roles of life’s artificial inseminations
Chance floated a feather her way and the contrived started to dwindle
Her ears heard the drums of buy, buy, buy that make us tired and sick
She did not want to end her life looking at her own bankrupt reflection
The canary girl has gone now to gather her wings that still float the wind
She may come back again or she may choose this life is not for her now
With wings in full flight under the moonlight you might hear a canary sing
© K S Hardy 2009
H M Bascom
They laughed calling her a crazy kook clipping her wings for good
I used to get my wings clipped all the time, then I discovered that it was really ME clipped my own wings. Now, I sing and I don’t care who laughs, or mocks, or criticizes me. Keep singing Arcadia!
ArcadiaTempest replied
...chirp chirp chirp chirp :))))) Singing a chirpy song not fussed about the words at the moment ! And yeh your right we can be the one that can clip our own wings…..and not even know we are doing that! All the very best to you X
Matt Penfold
Well KarenSue, this says so much, the pain of having to wear a mask and “fit in” can certainly take it’s toll on the psyche, its a great pity that so many canaries never fly and sing again…......... A sad and beautiful contemplative poem….....
ArcadiaTempest replied
I agree Matt….I do believe though a lot do fly in time….RB I feel has made a lot of wings mend and there are many songs here. Thanx for your thoughtful comment….it is very much appreciated. XX
linaji
What a fantastic perception/description of one feeling sometimes a bit out of the loop with ones own seeing..I just wrote a letter to someone about hightened awareness.. this is, as with all your work, quite satisfying.
ArcadiaTempest replied
Hi ya….thanx your appreciation of this means a lot to me…. I think you are definately flying…and you have wonderful songs :)) XX
Solar Zorra
This was absolutely heart rendering. It’s so horrible how fragile we are to allow anyone to “clip our wings”, yet this cruel world finds it’s victims daily. But to fly and sing again is such a personal triumph. Beautifully written. :) SZ
ArcadiaTempest replied
If we don’t fit the mould and know we don’t trying to blend in can be a life long chore….I am hopeful that as more people show their beautiful wings this will encourage others that are not part of the main crowd to be brave and fly….and sing. Thank you for your comments….you have a beautiful heart.. :)))XX
ambient-1
A topic near and dear… Karensue! I think that we all must decide whether we are going to allow our wings to be clipped (or clip them ourselves) in order to be accepted for what we are not. Or, fly high and proud and only accept that which is offered for who we truly are. For those of us who have thoughts and ideas that are threatening to the proverbial applecart, it is not always easy. But the rewards are abundant. Beautifully written and from a keen perspective! ;~)
ArcadiaTempest replied
Robert…you have summarized this so aptly….Being different in any way is still not favoured by many…. we can see that just in the ugliness of racism….I hope the world my son is growing up in is moving closer towards accepting that being different is wonderful, interesting and a beauty that we can all embrace. Take care of you….XX
Jordan Busson
Incredible writing, my friend. The power of your words reached out and grabbed me, drew me in and left me breathless.
ArcadiaTempest replied
Jordan this lovely compliment can make me fly with the smiles it gave me….I humbly accept you kind words from one writer to another. I am learning all the time …..and you are also one of my teachers. XX
Lisa Jewell
God this is heart rendingly beautiful….
I am speechless…
xxx
ArcadiaTempest replied
XXXX Ahhhh thanx Lisa….. I do have songs to sing today!!! X
Angela Harelson
A beautiful truth, written with such vivid imagery. Great flow, I like how the words danced on my tongue when I read it aloud and how they seemed to dance through my head when I read it in silence. Amazing piece. :)
ArcadiaTempest replied
Wow your comment was like poetical verse…..thank you so much Angela and it so lovely to meet you. Welcome XX
anya
This is lovely Arcadia. There are familiar tunes being sung by this little canary.
ArcadiaTempest replied
Ahhh your soooo lovely….and you write with a such amazing ‘songs’ .....your perhaps a gold and azure canary? Just like the image of that….thought it was rather beautiful. XX
Naylor
Amazing metephors and imagery Arcadia !!!!
I was so in tuned with the emotion and loved the way your words read:) ((((((HUG))))))
ArcadiaTempest replied
Oh….you give excellent hugs….and thank you for your wonderful comment…it was taken with much gratitude. XX
Astoreth
i’ve been clipped and self-clipped trying to fit in….it’s just not worth it…i’ve decided i’m just gonna be oddly me and they can like it or lump it…..love it or shove it…..or whatever. xxxx
ArcadiaTempest replied
Good for you!!! I love your earth and fire….and the waters that run so deep…..you tell em Jane!! XXXX ….. p.s. And the light you bring also X
RubyMae
this is beautiful, Karen.
Ahh… I would like to think she became some kind of a phoenix canary…
who can heal other canaries with wings broken by others who… (my goodness!!! the words that came to my mind)... with a tear from its eyes.
Love love this…
RubyMae
sorry about the above comment… my son is into mythology at this time, keep hearing him talking about it, lol… phoenix just came to my mind at the end.
ArcadiaTempest replied
Sorry….Nah…I loved your comments….your phoenix canary is very welcome indeed XXXXXX
Rhenastarr
Each of us carry around our own set of clipped wings to a certain degree. It is how we in the end decide to handle the clipping. Beautiful descriptive.
ArcadiaTempest replied
Hi there….. yes I agree with your comments here.. and thank you for them…it adds more to this verse for me. XX
ForestGirl
Ahhh … so true … I’ve changed my song too … and my profile … that one of burning desire … is it a dream or is it just fantasy? Well, it certainly didn’t become a reality … but I escaped something else and grown some wings of my own!
ArcadiaTempest replied
Hi so good of you to share your wings here….. and the changes are you happy with them? I hope so….X
ForestGirl
I am more happy with the changes than I can describe … just got so much work to do … it’s tiring, but it’s keeping busy, and yes it’s keeping me going!
Ushna Sardar