Leah Ayliffe

Gold Star - 6,103 Points (June 8,1991 / Toronto)

Beauty Of A Bird Cage - Poem by Leah Ayliffe

When dreams are like sunlight
in the fields at spring,
Wandering down the open road
on a strangers bicycle.
A gentle breeze brushes past my face,
hair swirling in the air behind me.
Getting suntanned on the playground
at the park,
Jumping on trampolines singing a shared song
and it clicks,
Like the spread of wisdom in Into the Wild.
Happiness is only alive when it's shared,
like as a child.
I'm not scared,
I'm no longer insane.
The brightness of today is closer to my heart
than ever before.
Sparkling in spiritual smiles,
Divine in my mind again
like white gold sunshine.
The cage is sort of rusted in charm
Now that the door is left open
and roses bud from the remains of vines
Coiled around its bars.
I visit freely in waves of forgotten things,
broken ideas.
They are true in you.
As I fly above the birds sitting on telephone wires
High, drifting towards better things in spring.

Topic(s) of this poem: spring


Comments about Beauty Of A Bird Cage by Leah Ayliffe

  • Daniel Brick (3/12/2015 4:29:00 PM)


    I agree with both comments below, that this is a beautiful poem, but it's not simplistic. There is a hinterlands the poem suggests which is not characterized by the spring frolic in these lines. There is where the liberation and high spirits evident on every line of the poem were achieved. This reminds me of certain victory songs scattered in biblical texts in which an individual takes joy in their contribution to community goals and their gratitude in having survived to appreciate the new world that now exists. The speaker admits to her own past failures of good will, namely, YOU GOT TANGLED IN MY CRIPPLED LIES, MY TROUBLED LULLABIES. That is an honest confession without any special pleading so that she looks better. The spring air clearly creates this pure atmosphere, but the honest admission of past mistakes as the speaker does also purifies the air. A poem like this answers one which expresses the truth in your bio EVEN THE BRIGHTEST ANGEL GETS TARNISHED OVER TIME. That is so true, but your poem counters it with the vision of spring as both an external and internal renewal. (Report) Reply

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  • Kumarmani Mahakul (3/11/2015 7:14:00 AM)


    Brightness of today is closer to heart. Beautiful humour. Very nicely drafted and shared poem. (Report) Reply

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