Thursday, June 3, 2010

oh sweet chic


How can i say this?
my delicate chic…

where you were born to the stable henhouse
raised to peck, running around the stomping ground
spooned in the feathers of comfort at dusk
father there to cock-a-doodle the morn
familiar, the land of which you were born
one day you will be king
to raise the roost
it is your beautiful destiny

well some, such as i,
were born with wings to fly
born atop a functioning nest
to be fed from a mouth up high
raised vigilantly
to be set free amongst the wild
wide winged with a keen eye

it’s by chance we’ve met
that i should land here to rest
although seemingly intriguing and exotic,
a grand new fixture to adorn
when you beckon the sun
as a baritone cock
wings will spread
briskly flying
into the morn

How can i say this?
sweet little chic
although the same species,
some birds are meant to fly




24 comments:

  1. Kay this has to be one of your very best, it has really touched me especially when you recognize we are the same with slight differences, absolutely love this one my young friend.......:-)Hugs

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  2. mystery flowing,
    emanating from the secret depths

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  3. We are the same just different. Wonderfully expressed. Love it. If you dont mind I would like to copy it and take it with me on my upcoming travel.

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  4. each line talks of freedom... for the one that wants to stay and for the one that wants to fly...

    just great!

    loveNlight
    Gabi

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  5. keep flying...nothing worse that a flier pinned to the earth...

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  6. spread those wings & some are just as joyful on land~

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  7. Fanfuckingtastic, Kay! I love this. You keep on flying, girl. Those grounded birds just have no idea of what they're missing. Blessings! xoxo

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  8. Ooo la la Kay. This is a goodie. Thank you for sharing.....

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  9. This is a gorgeous piece, deep from the heart and a wonderful way to keep yourself "un"grounded. Well said and beautifully penned. Loved it.

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  10. Beautifully written. We need to take advantage of those wings absolutely. =) Have a beautiful morning.

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  11. Such lashings of sentiment - so beautifully formed with words from the heart of one with wings. Happy weekend;-)

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  12. Never a truer word said but rarely written so eloquently.

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  13. Some are born to fly, some achieve flight nd some have flight thrust upon them? Fine post.

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  14. I was at the farm yesterday and there was a renegade hen. I was told that everyday, she flew over the coop fence and into the general yard. I watched her waddle over near a fence post, settle down into the grasses and lay her egg, far from the cluckings of her village. Duty done, she would hop back over the fence. So interesting. One of 100's, doing it her way.

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  15. great piece on many levels - loved it - fly away, fly away....

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  16. ...and other birds just poop on people's heads. ;-)

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  17. Hey, like..."Fly Little Bird"?

    OK I need to ask you Kay, on my blog, does not a link (in two places) appear in the opening paragraph above the picture? That is for the poet Peter, I'm saying...if not, email me and I'll send you the URLs. If I did not believe you would LOVE his writing, I'd not bother you with this here, OK?

    YOU have a neat place here also, thought I was a "follower"...if not I'm going to DO that now. PEACE! Always...

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  18. Birds are a so meaningful symbol of plenty of messages, especially freedom and farewell...

    loved this
    Dulce

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  19. loved the last two lines Kay..touched me!
    although the same species,
    some birds are meant to fly

    :)

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