Sunday, 23 March 2014


    
DEATH OF A POET
                                        courtesy : Google image
I thought he was a bird
Chirping to the sky and the grass
And free like the wind
Breezy and sometimes stormy
Ah his wings held a golden light
That was mightier than the sword
I was heartbroken when he sold it
To the unscrupulous rulers of Corporate Kingdom
Once you touch those tentacles
With suction cups
You will sink down the abyss
With wings clipped
Mellifluous song giving way to cacophonous praise
Like him
The bard in the cage of gold
Posted for Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
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22 comments:

  1. Mary23 March 2014 at 01:03

    Oh it is sad when something so intrinsically beautiful is sold and has its wings clipped as well. Sad to think of a. Are in a gold cage, being surrounded by false praise.

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  2. Claudia23 March 2014 at 02:10

    the corporate kingdom can surely clip the wings of a bird if we're not careful ... it's sad when that happens...

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  3. brudberg23 March 2014 at 02:29

    Very very true---and what's worse it can happen after our death... Mercedes recently used a poem of one of the favourite Swedish poets to sell luxury cars... no golden cage though

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  4. Grace23 March 2014 at 04:16

    Sadly that is the way some have gone ~ He will find that he will not have wings and his light, not so golden anymore ~ Very well portrayed ~

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  5. avalon23 March 2014 at 04:27

    Will we ever learn....

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  6. Brian Miller23 March 2014 at 05:02

    once you sell out...you def begin losing the magic that you once had...i have known so many poets as well that once they published a book lost that power as well...forgetting what got them there....

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  7. Natašek23 March 2014 at 05:41

    interesting images.. very strong.

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  8. ZQ23 March 2014 at 07:34

    Ouch! Well spun :-)
    ZQ

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  9. TALON23 March 2014 at 08:52

    There is nothing sadder than a spirit deprived of their opportunity to soar. A lyrical and haunting piece, Sumana.

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  10. Gabriella23 March 2014 at 09:20

    A poet does not belong in a cage, even a gold one. I am not sure much good come out of selling beauty to corporations.

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  11. Sherry Blue Sky23 March 2014 at 11:18

    A sad caging of a spirit. A well told tale.

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  12. Susan23 March 2014 at 13:33

    And to think we mostly assent for perceived rewards--money, security, etc. Beautiful poem.

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  13. Laura23 March 2014 at 14:10

    I think for many of us, our deepest fear is being sold out to the corporate beasts.

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  14. Wendy Bourke23 March 2014 at 16:02

    insightful and honest – a cautionary note for all artists to heed.

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  15. kaykuala23 March 2014 at 16:45

    If only there are no obstacles to deter pent-up emotions from determining their directions! Let us hope artists are not too gullible. Great write Sumana!

    Hank

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  16. humbird23 March 2014 at 16:57

    Passionate storytelling!

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  17. Anonymous23 March 2014 at 19:12

    So many learn this too late. Wise and timely message,

    Elizabeth

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  18. Vandana Sharma23 March 2014 at 20:23

    Corporates could have done this when the poet was alive.

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  19. magiceye23 March 2014 at 21:26

    Crass commercialisation!

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  20. Jennifer Wagner24 March 2014 at 12:21

    Sad when that freedom is lost. Well done Sumana.

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  21. Unknown24 March 2014 at 15:41

    Bard in a cage... sad!

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  22. Fida Islaih26 March 2014 at 05:21

    This poem brought some imagery I'll keep with me, thank you!

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