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A master asked his songbird if it dreamt
of open sky
It said “Lord, it created me, so I pray you
let me fly”
So, he opened the nearest window
And took hold of the feathery thing
And flung into the air a bird
With a pair of branded wings

The angels are fainting and they're falling from above
The lovers are frowning, 'cause they're
running out of love
Though Autumn's leaves are colored
They're beginning to die
And the poems are still breathing
But they're beginning to die

So our bird flew past falling angels, flew past rising men
Flew past crows who laughed and said that gladness is a sin
It dropped feathers into canyons
Dropped tears into the sea
Pondering liberation
And immortality

The thinkers think in circles, and they're rolling down the hills
The writers stab their parchment with the points of sharpened quills
Our dreams are never distant
Till they reach the world's end
And we have to hitch a ride to meet them
On the sunbeams or the wind

Blessings will blossom and curses will adapt
So our feathered hero flew, and then
was trapped
Its master, sipping centuries
Watched the little body age
Saying “you foolish creature,
Was it really I who wrought your cage?”

But we never could surrender
So let's defend the helpless bird!
On our lips, may there be a confession
In our hearts, the sacred Word
May we breathe the air which bore us
And wear our only Name
And though the odds are against it,
Fight for the flame!

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.




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Aderes47 said...
Oct. 13, 2011 at 9:48 pm:

This is like one of those beautiful folktales that we were read when you were little, except in my case they were blasphemy against God. 

I love this story, it gives so much hope and song! :) 

 
Aderes47 replied...
Dec. 9, 2011 at 5:08 pm :
Sorry, :) :)
 
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savetheplanet said...
Oct. 3, 2011 at 7:33 pm:
We should keep track of all the checkmarks you get :).  Hmm you do have a theme of freedom in all of your latest poems, perhaps you yourself are trying to break free?
 
Thesilentraven This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Oct. 4, 2011 at 8:44 am :

Perhaps so.

But I've learned since the creation of this poem that the fight for more freedom is a prison in and of itself. One becomes truly free when he becomes a part of the present moment.

Of course, however, there's always a benefit for fighting for the flame as well.

 
savetheplanet replied...
Oct. 4, 2011 at 7:40 pm :
Present, past, and future come together to make you free.   Refuse to repeat history, live for the moment, and carve your own future.  At least, that's something to strive for.  But there's always something to living dangerously.  I don't know...  I'm just thinking out loud to myself.
 
Thesilentraven This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Oct. 15, 2011 at 6:04 pm :

Quite!

But living in the moment is living dangerously, the most dangerous way to live! Well, here I am talking about the danger in life, but there really is none, except in our fear and insecurity. So it's freedom from those that we need.

 
Aderes47 replied...
Oct. 15, 2011 at 8:45 pm :
Did you know that Bran means raven?
 
Thesilentraven This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Oct. 18, 2011 at 4:47 pm :
That's why I chose the name Brann.
 
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IamtheshyStargirl said...
Oct. 3, 2011 at 5:00 pm:

Because there is so little of it in this world. 

Beaurocracy, that is the question (the problem). 

 
IamtheshyStargirl replied...
Oct. 3, 2011 at 5:02 pm :

You must make a necklace of your editors' choice check marks, darling raven. 

I like to think that means you have touched the heart of a single person sitting at a computer, clicking through millions of whispers of the heart and mind. 

 
Thesilentraven This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Oct. 4, 2011 at 8:46 am :

Do you feel free?

You should write a poem with compliments to our dearest friend the Editor; no one could accomplish the task better than you, Stargirl.

 
IamtheshyStargirl replied...
Oct. 4, 2011 at 4:11 pm :
Most of the time, yes. 
 
IamtheshyStargirl replied...
Oct. 4, 2011 at 4:12 pm :

I wonder if I could...

Already I feel the poems rosebuds of birth on my fingertips and at the edge of my mind. 

 
Thesilentraven This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Oct. 4, 2011 at 6:52 pm :

Wonderful, wonderful. I feel free about every other day, which I'm actually quite thankful for.

Fold your fingers into a fist and hold them like that as you feel the rose continue to blossom, then it is all the more wonderful when you open your palm (and your mind) and behold a mature flower.

 
IamtheshyStargirl replied...
Oct. 5, 2011 at 9:22 pm :
I think I am :) 
 
IamtheshyStargirl replied...
May 10, 2012 at 5:48 pm :
It is newborn, though not yet quite mature...
 
KatsKThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jun. 5, 2012 at 2:01 pm :
Wow. This was really good. Congrats on getting in the magazine, Thesilentraven, and by the way, you guys are way too articulate for me!
 
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