Saturday 3 March 2018

Freedom



To bloom or not to bloom.
To ebb and flow, to wax and wane.
To be or not to be.
To laugh and love, To grow and fade,
What choices do we have to make?

The pretty, the spiky, the downright ugly.
Stunted, twisted, fruitless, friendless.
I love it, I hate it, I fear it, I’ll change it!
Who am I? Why do I? How dare I?

To be free from me,

Is the greatest freedom of all.


2 comments:

  1. There is such a great "turn" at the end of this poem. Sharon Olds, one of my favorite poets, talks about how, for her, each good poem resonates at the end. Yours certainly does that, sets us up with contrasts within and a thought to ponder at its close. I also love the way it sounds when I read it aloud, and after all, isn't that the real test? Thanks for a great Saturday morning opener!

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  2. This life with it's many choices can be mind-boggling. I love the way your poem makes us think, many interpretations. The contrasts "the pretty, the spiky, the down-right ugly" so powerful. We just have to be.

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