Day 7 of NaPoWriMo.
My poem
From a writing prompt.
Bird in a cage
The bars of steel surrounding me Are keeping me from flight No space to spread my wings apart And soar into the sky I have to find an exit out I have to find the key And if I don't I'll break the bars From picking with my beak
Featured poem
By the queen, Emily Dickinson.
The Mountain
by Emily Dickinson
The mountain sat upon the plain In his eternal chair, His observation omnifold, His inquest everywhere. The seasons prayed around his knees, Like children round a sire: Grandfather of the days is he, Of dawn the ancestor.