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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania 
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Imprisoned (Dedicated to all those who have been falsely imprisoned) I’ve known the green of summer grass The sound of child at play I’ve known the cold of weathered glass And walls of darkened gray I’ve seen the wooden fences wind Across the country side I’ve seen the barbed wire strewn across The essence of my pride I’ve heard a little tender voice Come from an angel face I’ve heard the sound of sliding bars They’re locking into place Sometimes I dream that I can walk Whichever way I’d choose And only be restricted by The thickness of my shoes But I am still imprisoned By a justice that can’t place My mind or heart or soul Into dimensions of this space My soul is free to wander Down the roads of my belief My heart is free to feel the pain Or weep in my own grief My mind is free to reminisce Beyond the barbed wire fence But somehow they have managed To confine my innocence Here I sit within these walls Where no one should belong Just waiting for the moment When I sing that freedom song Only God can know the bitter Struggle from within And God’s the only one who knows I didn’t commit a sin There is a life awaiting me Beyond this weathered glass I think I hear a child playing In the summer grass Elizabeth Santos [This message has been edited by Elizabeth Santos (edited 10-03-2000).] |
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inot2B Member Elite
since 2000-09-18
Posts 2205Arkansas |
Thank God at least he sees all and knows all. You have written a beautiful poem. |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
This is soooo wonderful, none will be able to say "life has been boring" I love so much watching Him work... and you know Liz, He's working in you. much love, dale If I could paint a portrait, of this life in which I've led, and somehow sketch a story, of the visions in my head, I'd start out with a canvas, stretched tightly in a frame, and in the bottom corner, I'd leave room to sign my name. (Michelle A. Bartley) |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
"I think I hear a child playing in the summer grass." Liz I'm not sure if this is the prisoner looking back to there childhood or they thinking of the innocence of a child. It is sad and an injustice that many that are in prison are innocent yet placed there due to an unfair investigation or a bad lawyer and many are not in prison due to their ability to hire the most prestigious lawyers...we all start out as innocent children and some lose that innocence..nice thoughts from you...James |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Elizabeth, Your knowledge of language and gift of ear never fails to produce a wonderful poem. Love Sy |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
You certainly do have a gift! Wonderful as always, Elizabeth! Denise |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
I hope there are not many here who can relate to this....but, for the ones who can, it is very hard-hitting, I'm sure. Great work, Liz..... |
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Rosemary J. Gwaltney Senior Member
since 1999-08-26
Posts 997northern mountains, Idaho |
I was very touched by this, Liz. I could read it in more than one way, too. There is more than one kind of imprisonment. In fact, there are many, if a person thinks about it. And many are imposed without personal guilt, such as a person suddenly paralyzed for life by an accident. A real thought-jerker, and very beautifully worded! The spiritual wind that holds survivors aloft, plants the seeds from which bloom new hope ... R.J.G. |
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BloomingRose Member Elite
since 2000-08-09
Posts 3092Florida |
Elizabeth, I think that's why the word of God tells us to visit those in prison. Weather innocent or guilty, we all have come short of the glory of God. In other words, none can cast that first stone. It's a high price to pay to lose one's freedom. Some have done a crime so must do their time. Others wrongly accused by a justice sytem eager to win big. Its all a shame. Good writing my friend. Deb |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Thank you for the interesting comments. You are right, Rosemary, there are many kinds of imprisonments.Interesting comment The sound of a child at play is this prisoner's own child, recollections of his/her angel face, and the happy sounds of playing, a stark contrast to the sound of the bars locking into place. This is a rather gentle poem for a dynamic social issue, and if I knew more about it, I could write a better poem. These are just some feelings. Thanks for reading Liz |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Liz--this is wonderful and full of empathy for someone imprisoned...and yes there are many walls, some we build ourselves and some not....You did a great job showing the heart break of this feeling. |
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