Gary W. Sherwin's Poetry
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There are words that for some reason I have never said Oh the sounds and meanings of these words Have flown bout in my head But as the bluebird trapped and caged That flaps to gain its freedom Will kock the contents of its cage To clear, opague oblivion These words do not escape my mind But rather flap around And through my mouth, my white barred mouth They knock the dismal sounds Of poems of death and sour lament And quotes of Eadgar Poe I wonder if the bluebird's death Does bing his captors woe Why must my bluebird thoughts be caged Untill they die of fear Why can't I speak the words I feel To love I hold so dear The ones I owe the words I feel They always seem to go The teather line to hold them near Reals out to slow and so They break the line and go their way And as they go I say I will not let my thoughts be caged Another single day. |
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