St. Sofia

August 1, 2018

St. Sofia

My beautiful words

In my hands I held you, fly

Free, once was enough

 

I really enjoyed writing this one. I could see the poem like a hawk held in the cup of my hands. I knew the two lines might slip away before I could move the cat and get paper and pen. That didn’t matter. I had seen them, known them. It was their right to take flight. I didn’t need to put them in a cage. I had seen them, known them. It was enough.

It’s hard to say if fly free, is one phrase of if there’s a pause indicating separation. This play on words that continues with my mind not knowing is kind of interesting.

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