A Free Bird's Love Song* Comments

Beautiful affirmation of the human spirit. No one should pressure another into a cage. I have faith that the bird in this poem was NEVER meant for a cage and will NEVER return! May freed birdsongs fill the air forever.

Makes a male reader wish, if he only somehow could imagine to be as charming a person as this person in the poem, to have been the very one himself AND to have known this sparkling revelation of yours ahead of time, and everything could have come finer.

Ah, I love this poem... beautiful words, strong message, lots of wisdom... and these lessons I won't take for granted... great job! Lee

A beautiful song on a caged bird that had wings to fly and got released.

You say what you mean, not soft but strong, powerful. Telling it like it is and meaning what you say, direct and to the point, I like that very much.--Melvina--

Wow, your style hits hard, it's admirable. Your voice is very distinct in your words. Don't be offended if I say this has balls to it. S x

I hear the voice of the feminist in this piece about relationships and boundaries and the vexed question of whose freedom. The core, though is all heart. The line that stands out for me is 'your soul was dead when I found you' You convey much about your relationship with a minimum of words and a great poetic flair and rhymes that don't hit you in the eye. This one is definitely worth re-reading. love, Allie xxxx

Are you talking about my ex-husband? ? ? ? you got your car, you got your boat.! ? ! this is strangely funny to me...Think he's in Sedona now, must have got rid of the boat, no sound or ocean there....great story here, so good! ! ! ! marci.xo

Love this one Elysabeth its pact with empowered, bittersweet humour, and as such steers from the negative to as the title suggests freedom of a contained soul. Your rhymes are clever and work well, and the reality of the lines enable the reader to empthaise with the narrater, . I like the lines about the homemade bread and the morning coffee. The ending is a severing of the past and is almost a demand for respect. Really nice work, Robin