Words out of the Cage

Few words 
escaped my clamped cage 
grouping together 
They climbed up on the stage 

They were incited
by the persuasive thought 
One that ignited the mind
to go boldly, beyond the taught 

In a group 
there is a shared courage
Afraid and trembling, no more
They stand together on the stage

Up on the stage 
They gather up in a sentence 
Speaking loud and clear
Fearlessly breaking the learnt pretence 

And then they spoke 
to the many ears
Some moved, in melancholy 
Some shedding customary tears 

The thought had moved
now it echoed in other minds
The words are resonating 
And they are no longer just mine

Out of the cage
In the air
Singing along
Without a care

#WDYS

http://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2024/07/29/what-do-you-see-247-29-july-2024/

Let the claps go on

Does my scrawl 
Figure on your scroll
Do my verse
Travel across to your universe
I wonder

And when it does
Does your eyes linger
And stop the fidgety finger
Do the words penetrate
Does your heart resonate
I wonder

And if it does
There must be a sign
That creates the perfect rhyme
Of the song in me
Echoing in you

As I scrawl
I wonder…

Claps are the fuel
For performance 
Audience are essential 
For performance 
Performance is necessary 
for claps
Yes, we all write for ourselves.
Fueled by the surge of emotions
but claps are essential 
to keep the fire burning.

Faraway, we sit, 
reading on the glowing screens. 
Momentarily connected. 
Feeling and resonating the same emotions.
These moments are priceless.
I am glad for all of us who are writing and pouring out our emotions and creating these connection.

So it’s many claps to all of us 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

So do keep the claps coming

Like if you do

Follow if you like 😊

🙏🙏🙏

I listen…yeah I do

What do you listen to while you work?

I listen

to the heart

that guides me

To my true destination

I listen

to the clock

that tells me

Life is flowing by

I listen

to the birds singing outside

That tells me

There is a world outside

I listen

to my boss

Who tells me

Stop dreaming and work 🫡😄

Eyes that don’t see #musette

The eye
Sees it all clear
Yet not

Pupil
Dilating full
To see

Only
the covering
Vain Veil

 https://dversepoets.com

When I see this painting by Alma Thomas, The eclipse, I see the eyes that’s veiled with layers of falsehood. It only sees the vain world.

Wrote a Musette. Maybe it would resonate with you