A Swallow’s Tears
Held inside, my third eye flies through the bars
of this cage. On wing am I, mated I fly,
my spirit undaunted by this earthly stage.
Hollow bones and hallowed heart in play,
I find repast within the air though bars
contain this sage. With tearful eyes, I fly.
With brazen line, I seek to find a stage,
to portray the core of me, swallows play.
A soul who seeks cannot be stayed by bars.
Great Spirit gifts each man a way to fly,
a bridge between his eyes onto the stage
the road open, to the place where God’s play.
Mother, mother dear I can't live this way
I drown in dreams and drink, I cannot stay.
This poem was written as part of the 20 Poem Challenge.
Deborah Guzzi's poetry appears in Magazines: Existere - Journal of Arts and Literature in Canada, Tincture in Australia, Cha: Asian Literary Review, Hong Kong, China, Eunoia in Singapore, Latchkey Tales in New Zealand, Vine Leaves Literary Journal in Greece, mgv2>publishing in France, RedLeaf Poetry, India and Travel by the Book, Ribbons: Tanka Society of America Journal, Sounding Review, Kyso Flash, The Aurorean, Crack the Spine Literary Magazine, Liquid Imagination, Poetry Quarterly, Page & Spine, Ekpjrastic: Writing & Art on Writing and others in the USA. Her new book The Hurricane is available now through Prolific Press.
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