bluebird

a bluebird is only beautiful in the wild,
somehow it looses that color if it's caged;
your poem stays wild as the wind, Crim...

thank you John for such a beautiful perspective on this personal write.. love Crim

The last stanza is perfect because the image of the little girl aged three appears so suddenly that it pierces your heart, like a blinding vision of innocence and purity, if that makes sense. I liked the use of "shes" and "hims" as well, though I think when using slightly unorthodox plurals like that the custom is to put an apostrophe before the closing "s", so we know that you're talking about a multiplicity of "she" and "him", as opposed to using singular nouns that happen to be spelt "shes" and "hims". Is what I mean clear? At any rate, I really enjoyed this poem.

thank you Jack for your keen eyes picking up on the meaning behind this write yes me at three pierces my own heart as well seemingly alone in the world left to be wild.. the shes and hims of the world is confusing to me because I did indeed mean that to mean as a plural usage.. as per our talk I will leave as is.. thank you my friend for feeling and getting this write and for such a great review..  love Brenda

Ah, Dear Brenda
so filled with happiness and sadness ,
it feels like poetry deep down...wonderful piece
thanks for the read, much love x

thank you lovely Miki deep down poetry I love that yes big sigh I suppose it is.. love Brenda

I don't know much about the backstory of this piece, but my heart tells me it's deep.  I'm feeling it myself.  Not many she's in the world I trust and with good reason.  Not many he's either, come to that.  But the ones I do are golden.  Many hugs for your pain, lovely dark angel

thank you lovely one you are indeed a golden one.. I cherish your hugs.. hugs you back.. love Crim

We all crave that freedom of a little child to be able to escape the pain and solitude. Hugs 🐦

thank you Tim big sigh :) hugs you back.. love Crim

"the ones who care
as much as I let them"

But of course, you are in control of yourself.
It is up to you, as you so ingeniously made
good sense.

thank you Jerry for bringing me smiles on this sad write :) love Brenda

This is a fine piece of poetry, crim.  I like how you've planted the seed of intrigue in the opening lines and held back until the last line to drop the bomb.  I especially liked the metaphor of the phantom and the analogy of the wind.  I thought the link between the two symbols in stanzas 6 and 7 was smooth... the editor in my head made me think the line 'it can't be done' wasn't necessary... but after reading the poem a couple more times, the poet in my heart and the logic in my gut, told me the line belongs.  The statement is powerful, perhaps stubborn, a denial, a warning, like you're talking yourself out of letting someone get too close to you... thanks for sharing this poem, crim.  Great stuff!

thank you graciously Mr. Case for such an in depth review of this write.. bringing me many smiles this morning :) it's funny thing inspiration so many times I don't where the muse is leading.. I'm happy this one was felt strongly because it cam from a deep space in me.. love Brenda

I found this deeply sad, even or especially the last stanza - maybe it's just my current mood. The poem read like it was written as a plea for help from somebody in need of rescue who doesn't hold up much hope - sadness and beauty both in equal measure but I am feeling the sadness :-(

excellent ink - ehugs - David

thank you David this was a sad personal write of mine.. it's about my schizophrenic mom who got lost in her mind and left me alone at age three.. also about my trust issues because of this.. you picked on the main points of this poem dead on.. I deeply appreciate the hugs.. hugs you back.. love Brenda

My Beautiful Brenda...how this pains my heart...cause and effect indeed...many don't realize the effects which can be had on one's development even when subjected at such a young age...many think "too young to remember" or "so young they'll forget"...no...definitely not and these words shared with us confirm that. My arms wrap and cradle you my love...

I love you so very much!

Love Taryn xoxo

thank you my love yeah I can remember taking my first steps I suppose the fates knew I would have to have my wits about me early if I was going to survive in that environment.. I feel your arms about me and I am at peace.. I love you.. xo Brenda

Brenda.. so much depth in your inks.. simply blown away..














Dave

thank you Dave for feeling the depth of this write.. l love you.. xo Brenda