Looking ahead…
Tag: freedom
The fortress
Impenetrable
Walls so high to protect me
Even from myself
Deep in the basement
In cobwebs behind a door
Is the hiding place
Of secrets that are
Shrouded behind a dark veil
I dare not expose
Even to myself
Shielding me from destruction
If it is revealed
The fragile essence
Of guarded imperfections
You will never see
They are pounding now
On the doors to be released
To help set me free
I am not alone
I see it so clearly now
Your lock and your key
Let us take the steps
Find that hidden place of fear
Torment and sorrow
The war is over
Time has come to surrender
And break down the walls
Freed from the fortress
Fresh winds of change
I heard their silence
in the winds of discontent,
echoes joining in
the growing chorus.
Hoarse coughs and splutters,
cleared blocked passages.
Throttled resonance
found strange bedfellows.
Aching moans and groans
rose in harmonious howls.
Dissenting voices
rising in the air,
leaving trails of dust
on the graves of buried bones.
New songs composed
for fresh winds of change.
I heard those voices,
recognizing yours and mine-
no longer silent
in the breaking dawn.
Freedom’s rain
Free in her season
A promiscuous lover
We each have our turn
Generous to some
Doling out liberation
Moisture for their yield
When she comes too late
We lay victims in her wake
Floods on parched land
Bloody waters run
Where umbrellas are raised
A reign over rain
We pray on this day
For equal distribution
Of similar rain
Let Freedom reign
Showering abundantly
On us equally
Day 11 of the Poet’s Billow challenge: Through the window
In this challenge we had to study an audio rendition of a a foreign language poem and try to replicate its tone and mood . I used a poem written in Czech by Miroslav Holub.
Fog-
Fog surrounds me
scowling, smothering and dense
stifling, suspended haze over space,
then suddenly, it lifts, it dawns on me!
A recognition,admission,
of what I’ve seen and heard everyday.
Flashing, racing, sprinting, mounting-
memories, conversations, revelations
that we’ve shared.
They come together as the mist disappears.
This is what we’ve wanted all along.
A taste of freedom.
Starting over
It’s like the tease of the first spring rain,
permeating the air. Trying hard to contain
the anticipation, sigh of relief, pressure valve release,
As her fragrance latches onto the wafting breeze.
That wonderful feeling of walking away!
A muted sense of peace at the end of the day,
not looking back, liberated from steel chains.
Revving up the engine, is all that remains.
As the sun gives her blessings to close the day,
Night time whispers a promise as you bow to pray.
When dawn ushers in a burgeoning sunrise,
you are certain to receive a gift-wrapped surprise.
So much lighter now, without the cumbersome baggage
of the sugar-coated smiles, disguised barbed words to ravage.
Retreating unholy thoughts, forgotten anger to replace
With a wild surrender to magnanimous freedom in space!
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