Freedom Is as Soft as Feathers and Strong as Wings in Flight,

Artistic Photography Dreamlike Portrait Photography by Damien Casals


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I hold my freedom close like feathers to a bird

So as not to forget the way it feels upon my chest

For there are souls that never had the ease of those winds to cool their brow

for their days were stifled by the clamor of silent woes

A prison of unheard voices within their chest

I raise my eyes toward heaven holding flags in both hands

my throat full with song and a million different prayers

I am aware of the truth that defines the greatest lines of what could have been

As I sit in the shade of another’s planted tree

Knowing every inconvenience my days have ever held

would certainly be a true luxury to another life.

© Carrie Van Horn 2020

Sometimes Longing Clings Too Tightly

Fledgling American Crow on Hand  

photo by Robert Langham


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God loved the birds and invented trees.  Man loved the birds and invented cages.
  ~Jacques Deval

Love’s comfort cannot be hunted down nor caged

It flies like freedom and loose feathers

I held it once

Close but not tightly

Not wanting to lose it too soon

I called it by its true name

Gentle and low

And it rested softly upon me

But sometimes longing clings too tightly

And with time my yearning to hold on

tightened

Hurting us both when you flew away

Now empty handed

I reach upward

And cry out

Perch upon me once more my dear one

Stay for as long as you like

Let my strength be your weakness

And I will use all the power I have

To not cage you in

But my words are lost on open skies

 and near or far your wings are never lost.

©Carrie Van Horn 2019