Freedom’s Wings

There is nothing that looks like freedom more than a bird in flight. But even they are not free. It is just their mode of transportation. They are subject to prey. They can become sick. They can fly into windows chasing after their own image. They can die from the cold. Maybe true freedom is exercising the right to not be free. To be submissive, not subservient. Freedom is in willingness. Does my being free allow another to their right to be free? Even birds squabble.
My mere appetite
Governs where my feet follow
Tastes change with seasons

 

dVersepoetspub.com. Today is haibun Monday. 1-3 tight paragraphs of prose ending with w haiku. Today’s host is asking that we write including the word freedom.

 

 

About Mary (tqhousecat)

I am a wife and a mother of two grown children. I love Jesus and sharing my faith through written words. I currently have a poetry blog and also write on medium.com. My main focus is hope in Christ. I only wish that whoever reads this will be blessed, inspired and occasionally amused.
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11 Responses to Freedom’s Wings

  1. Frank Hubeny says:

    I think the best freedom is service freely chosen.

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  2. Glenn Buttkus says:

    I enjoyed your view of an aspect of freedom, for yes, it is relative–like in marriage, where freedom to accommodate rules.

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  3. Thought provoking piece. Freedom is not all good or bad, but a mixture of both. Thanks for sharing.

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  4. Jo says:

    I love the notion that freedom is neither good or bad – it’s all about balance. Nicely done!

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  5. I’ve seen lots of birds in my reading today. Thank you for the reminder that they are limited as well. We are free to make choices, then we bear the consequences, I think.

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  6. rothpoetry says:

    I like the idea that freedom comes with a down side as well. The birds model it well.
    dwight

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  7. The symbol of the bird is really a strong one… but also the caged bird sings. I think we need to chose the cage that fits us.

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  8. Grace says:

    It is still a choice, a decision ~ Love to see the birds in flight ~

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  9. What a perfect haiku ending for this profound poem.

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