Poetry

Today, I finished sending this woman I know the 30th poem, out of 30.  Doing it was incredibly meditative and fun for me, although after a while, I started wondering about all the reasons we read poetry.  I think that maybe I should be sending myself 30 poems each day.  I told a dear friend that I was sending 30 poems, roughly once a day, and he asked me to send them to him as well.  When he told me that he wanted this small expression from me, I felt something deep inside of me smile and awaken.

His request made me realize how grateful any of us should be to have someone to love, even if that love is not romantic or exactly what we thought we wanted, it is actually one of the highest forms of love — we need someone to whom we can give our love, as much as we need someone to love us.

So, I’m going to start with the last poem I sent out today, because it means so much to me.  I wonder at our ability to give more to others, than to ourselves.  Or, is it that by giving to others, I am also giving to myself?

Thoughts, my Friends, thoughts.

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings

The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune is heard
on the distant hillfor the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

Maya Angelou
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