What if freedom is a trick of the eye,
a flutter of hands? It absconds
when we breathe, shatters when we stare
too close. Too fixed.
What if chains no longer weigh us down,
when vaults no longer contain our minds,
can we construct our own device?
An ark of fear to impale us:
for which lives better, the feral beast or spoilt pet?
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Marina Sofia – Oh, that is so eloquent! It all does make one wonder whether anyone is really free and if so, what that means.
The power of self-censorship, right?
Eloquent is the word, Marina ~ I find the final two lines powerful and engaging.
Thank you, Polly. I have to catch up with reading poetry (did next to no reading of poetry during the holidays), but did read Maxine Kumin’s ‘Always Beginning’, which are sort of essays about poetry.
This fits well with my recent reading of the words of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., who so dreamed of freedom. His birthday was yesterday–it’s like a tribute…
I didn’t know that – thank you for telling me! What a happy coincidence.
interesting thought… something to ponder. 🙂 nice write!
Thank you – really appreciate you taking the time to visit!
Something to think about……..x
Nice to hear I can have that effect, thanks!
Brilliant and thought provoking.
You are too complimentary. It’s a bit rusty, as I have been doing next to no writing over the past few weeks. And it really shows, doesn’t it, so quickly? Like exercise, I suppose.
Oh, very nice. You get extra points for using the words ‘abscond,’ feral,’ and ‘spoilt.’ Not easy words to effectively work into a poem.
Ha, ha! Years of practice of weaving unlikely words into high-school essays…
Oh, I love this! The flow is beautiful. And food for thought!
Freedom…why must it be so often elusive? I like your thoughts here. Nicely done.