Open Poetry #41 |
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Love of Freedom |
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PoppaLoco Member
since 2007-09-23
Posts 83EU, NL, Limburg |
A little, daring sort I was To wander out alone Into a land, which rumour has, Was built on demon’s bone Whatever they were here to guard, They clasped at my steady feet Under my steps as I trod on hard In the direction of a fearful heat As I drew closer, they grew more These shapes and words and sounds Stacked up around a sacred core A citadel that knew no bounds For in the centre was my goal A hidden, unimaginable prize Thus, even when they’d swallowed me whole, I fought my way out of their lies And with each step forward a word did die A sound, a shape, a building stone fade Till the towers of awe and dark walls so high Crumbled down around a small box of jade With heightened heart I touched the box And its royal impression fell off As it surrendered its strange treasure Something wrapped in soulless black cloth The black looked up at me, naked and alone No longer shielded by its haughty guards Screamed infant-like as my hand came down To take it gently by the cuff, upon which it shrivelled into shards Now I saw what Fear had choked and covered Around the object that now shone and hovered And kissed with tearful eyes, lips whole My brilliant, fragile, beautiful Soul |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
AGAIN, nice read pop! love your poetry ARCTIC WIND |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Real courage, it is said, is honoring the fear and giving bravely anyway. Often a torturous journey, full of strength and learning. Descript, the birth of real freedom. Passionate rendering. [This message has been edited by ThisDiamond (09-25-2007 07:20 PM).] |
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PoppaLoco Member
since 2007-09-23
Posts 83EU, NL, Limburg |
Thank you. I almost regret writing this so early, I wanted to save the subject for when my poetic skills had increased a little. I couldn't let it rest though, and I do feel a little proud! Cheers Pops |
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