Caught by Linda Leedy Schneider
Caught
by Linda Leedy Schneider
in the pulse of the percussion
somewhere between the bells and the cymbals
is a silver bird with a single note
that pleads, "Hear me. Listen to my song."
This sky-flyer is held by a repeating beating cycle.
The music calls the winged one,
but leaves her afraid.
Here comes the shimmering shower of the cymbal.
Percussion man, are you playing with this silver bird?
She wants to look again into your cymbals,
find the source of the sound that reminds her of the sea.
She needs to see who she is-- who she was
before this song seduced her.
The silver bird spreads her wings wide,
beats empty air as the music
reaches crescendo,
then refolds her wings and settles
tries to become a peaceful
one-note bird again.
Editor's note: Caught was previously published in Through My Window: Poetry of a Psychotherapist, Pudding House Publications, 2007.
Author bio:
LINDA LEEDY SCHNEIDER is a poetry and writing mentor, psychotherapist in private practice and a college writing instructor. Her work was nominated for a 2009 Pushcart Prize and has been published in hundreds of literary magazines and anthologies including Rattle Magazine, The Spoon River Poetry Review, Pudding Magazine, Driftwood Review, Midwest Poetry Review, Miranda Literary Magazine, The Pedestal Magazine, jerseyworks, and The Sow’s Ear. She has written five collections of poetry the latest being Through My Window: Poetry of a Psychotherapist. Linda believes that a regular writing ritual leads to discovery, authenticity, personal growth, even joy.
in the pulse of the percussion
somewhere between the bells and the cymbals
is a silver bird with a single note
that pleads, "Hear me. Listen to my song."
This sky-flyer is held by a repeating beating cycle.
The music calls the winged one,
but leaves her afraid.
Here comes the shimmering shower of the cymbal.
Percussion man, are you playing with this silver bird?
She wants to look again into your cymbals,
find the source of the sound that reminds her of the sea.
She needs to see who she is-- who she was
before this song seduced her.
The silver bird spreads her wings wide,
beats empty air as the music
reaches crescendo,
then refolds her wings and settles
tries to become a peaceful
one-note bird again.
Editor's note: Caught was previously published in Through My Window: Poetry of a Psychotherapist, Pudding House Publications, 2007.
Author bio:
LINDA LEEDY SCHNEIDER is a poetry and writing mentor, psychotherapist in private practice and a college writing instructor. Her work was nominated for a 2009 Pushcart Prize and has been published in hundreds of literary magazines and anthologies including Rattle Magazine, The Spoon River Poetry Review, Pudding Magazine, Driftwood Review, Midwest Poetry Review, Miranda Literary Magazine, The Pedestal Magazine, jerseyworks, and The Sow’s Ear. She has written five collections of poetry the latest being Through My Window: Poetry of a Psychotherapist. Linda believes that a regular writing ritual leads to discovery, authenticity, personal growth, even joy.
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