Speaking above them they could not hear me
as I raged and shrieked in tongues
my head was like a fountain
words like feathers floated down
I was weightless filled with lyrics
no one else around me heard
If I could I'd fall upon them
though I'm nothing but a bird
I know they sometimes hear me
when they look up to the sky
see my shadow cross the highway
inside their cages rolling by
I am smoke, I am illusion
yet I appear as hard as stone
I am reeling in confusion
in my wisdom I ‘m alone
you can't read the sacred letters
which I've written in my heart
these secrets can't be given
it's the mystery of my art
I am the fire of my creation
I am the air that I breathe
I am the water of my salvation
I am the earth beneath my feet
You’ll never know
My deepest sorrow
Nor feel my greatest joy
I have no mouth with which to tell you
No understanding to employ
I am a bird so rare and lovely
No one’s worthy of my charms
I would rather remain lonely
than be trapped in someone’s arms
I’d rather soar the highest places
And pierce the nimbus clouds
Leaving trails without traces
I am me and I am proud
One day I’ll sleep beneath you
You’re the earth and I am air
But my spirit will leave you
You’ll try to find me I’ll not be there
Until then you will see me
Floating weightless on the wing
I will cross you as a shadow
Which covers everything
A shout of loneliness from a heart full of tenderness. Beautiful
An inner cry of a solitary human being, Oh! such a cry! a shriek sharply & shrilly which echoes in the entire poem.
What an awesome poem and the emotions underlying are staggering. I have read a lot of your poems and intend (hope) to read a lot more; your words are so endlessly creative and changeable. Aren't poems like a weather report of where your soul has been commuting lately?
This poem is a tour deforce of strong, visceral images. As you read through it, it grows stronger and stronger taking off like the soaring bird referenced in it.
I am me and I am proud... This flows so nicely and has such lovely description
Poem of unfathomable depths. At some places you seem to be a spirit and at someplaces an elemental body.........is this some kind of transition period? Great read, great words.
Ah, to live the impossible dream...and I thought you were talking about me! But seriously, I think there is some underestimation going on here. You are a first-rate poet, by George! Just like a gurgling brook..finding back all the lost youthful vigor (if not the innocence!) . Keep on George...Keep on! ! Cheers. Subroto
Excellence. I really like your writing because it is more prose than poetry.
It's a well evolving poem, a medium actually meant for that which is not possible in other forms of literature. Make use of poetry medium for your expression of such ideas to produce magic in poems and thereby soar high to sublimity!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm not sure that I get the full drift of this, but I love the concluding lines. I'm not sure if it is a persona poem.