Thursday, January 27, 2011


You caged and cankered brilliance
Calling in your tongue
An echo only heard in place of truth

With wild and worried instinct
Wavering for grace
But kept for nothing more than light

Your beauty soft and decadent
Plucked green from nature's soul
Last chance at being sold for breaths not yours

You squawk and cry and struggle
Hidden from clear view
Exotic sounds of free none capture here

Angela Sidoti © 2010

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