Fly High
Sean Michael, October 2017
I sat down and cried today,
I wonder if I got it all out,
All the things I wanted to say,
The words that might hurt,
The causations,
The blame,
My selfish pain,
And the foolish things I might do to push you away,
Must I regress to cliche?
“it’s not you.
It’s me.”
Two dead birds in a bush,
And one in my hand,
It’s time I set you free,
As the sky begins to bleed,
And fill my sea of melancholy,
Spread your blood-stained wings and flee,
Above the blackened clouds that hover over me,
Fly, my love, fly,
And be free.
Posted for dVerse Poets, Open Link Night #207, November 2, 2017
Mad Poet Enchained 
This reminds me of the lyrics by Sting
“If you love someone, set them free”… we cannot tie down love… one of the most important truths.
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If they don’t come back… well, you know, hunt them down and kill ’em. Just kidding! LOL
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Very emtotional write and I suspect, a bit cathartic for you. I enjoyed this immensely.
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Thank you, I was a bit emotional when I wrote it and it helped.
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I am glad. Merry Christmas to you and peace to you.
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“Two dead birds in a bush, / And one in my hand, / It’s time I set you free, / As the sky begins to bleed….” The first part of your poem is good, but this is where your words began to soar on their own. You went from telling into showing in a big way, and the payoff makes the read worth the effort! Poetry, sir… poetry!
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Yes…poetry, the lost art. Glad for your comment.
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That freedom is precious….Beautiful poem ~
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Freedom…never take it for granted again.
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Sometimes we lose love in the sea of our own melancholy, but this oft may be we lose love of ourselves.
Then one has to wonder who we are setting free…
Anna
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I think you’re absolutely correct. Glad to hear from you.
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Beautifully emotive write..!
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Thank you, and I’dm happy you enjoyed the poem.
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It is time to let the bird in the hand go free.
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What Charley said. Love the birds motif.
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