True Dove's Release
poem by:
Scribe Granted
Written
on Jan 05, 2017
I am not a Dove. A white homing pigeon in reality. Stripped of my identity, caged and taught to obey. Exploited as a symbol of peace, love and hope while my life is a doomed constant inner fray Held with sisters and brothers, our momentary freedom a teasing exhibition for others. I enjoy my brief flight, but no longer take delight at the people observing below. For when I cried their smiles grew, as it translated to a coo I return to my cage for the cycle to start anew. Some never return and our jealousy burns, but how can a dove survive out in the world? We rest assured, they departed in homicidal harmony. Yet at the next wedding or funeral ceremony, of arbitrary liberation I dream, freedom redeemed, The possibility, of a true dove's release.
Tags: love, inspirational, metaphor, encouraging, hope,
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Scribe Granted commented:
I am working on a project and really want to know how this poem made you feel. I'm more looking for specific emotions than constructive criticisms at this time but please respond with your personal feelings if any were present.
Christopher Russon
commented:
Such a lovely poem.very inspirational.please feel free to read my poem for my father .
Edward shields
commented:
Scribe, you sound like you have a lot of pain, in your life.
Maria Williams
commented:
This is a poem that makes one think deep, and pull at the heart strings, looking at life through the eyes of a caged bird, stripped of its freedom except for the odd occasion. Very well written.
