Clipped wings…

Linking this with The Tuesday Platform at Poets United, and Quadrille #13 at d’Verse.

Clipped wings

the walls are clear,
no chains are seen;
the wings are quick,
the mind is keen.

try to break free,
and rules seem lot;
only then we know
that we were caught.

allowed to think
we were stars;

in reality,
butterflies in a jar.

Image Source: TequilaMonkey at DeviantArt

(Β© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason, 15th August 2016)


Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

70 thoughts on “Clipped wings…”

  1. Many times it seems that way. We just have to break the jar and escape. We are only captive if we choose to be. Good thoughts in this. Why do I have to check the box to post comment?

    • We are only captive if we choose to be. Very wise thought πŸ™‚ I like that. I hope that that’s the case too.

      Without that checkbox, I’m overthrown by spam, sadly. My apologies, Kanzensakura.

    • Yes. In some cases, they are transparent, so we want the freedom to go past them and find the world! But we lose patience when we are restricted by the glass wall rules! Thank you, Magaly.

  2. Oh yes, it seems at times we are bound with invisible chains which hold us back and prevent us from accomplishing our dreams and goals. We must at length strive and break free πŸ™‚ Beautifully penned.

    Lots of love,

  3. This is beautiful. We build so many personal walls ourselves with self doubt, self consciousness and fear. Add to this the walls of society that prevent us from breaking from the norm, the trends and expectations. We could learn a thing or two from those butterflies.

  4. I enjoyed this from start to finish such a lovely flow of words. The image of the butterflies in the jar at the end really touched me in that place inside. Butterflies are meant to be free to fly.
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  5. Leo, I am somewhat new to your blog. The last two stanzas, what a perspective! Reminds me of how small I am in the midst of creation, and how limited my scope when compared to the Divine. You have that Quadrille form down! Thanks, Amy

    • That’s a different perspective to what I had when writing the poem. πŸ™‚ Goes to show how a few words can mean something totally different to one person.

      Thank you so much, Amy.

  6. Interesting, that we were ALLOWED to think we were stars. Why would we wait for permission? We learn that from a very early age and it is hard to shake. Also I like that quadrille, must try one. πŸ™‚

    • It’s not about permission, perhaps. πŸ™‚ When we’re not told of restrictions till the last moment, we feel we are stars. Then just as we’re about to shine, the rules are brought in. Sadly. Quadrille is just 44 word poetry. πŸ™‚ Do try, Marian. It’s fun!

  7. Oh. That’s such a sad reality for so many of us. Our dreams come to an abrupt end when the sunlight in the form of harsh reality blinds us.

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