Lauren B Called

Rookie - 159 Points (Motown)

A Bird - Poem by Lauren B Called

I sit on a window ledge
enticed by the flowers and breeze
the warmth of my home behind me
to fall upon
my choices in front I see
the more my lungs fill with the fresh air
the more it flows through me
as I tremble and long for the taste
of the source of this fire in me
but it's not yet spring
the weather's not right
a leap now
could cost me my life
what I see is still yet a vision
has not manifested completely
I sit on a window ledge
daily growing in strength
it is my voice you will hear loudly
singing of what others cannot yet see

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Comments about A Bird by Lauren B Called

  • Freshman - 971 Points Adeline Foster (3/12/2014 4:53:00 PM)

    Ah, the wisdom in patience learned from the tinest things. Read mine - Who Am I -
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, September 20, 2013


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