Saturday, July 26, 2014

735 - Freedom



Freedom 

Freedom 
Is a relative thing,
And, rather than displayed,
The bars 
That seem to hold us in
Are, 
Overall, 
Self-made.
These rods,

A  gift 
From meddling gods,
Begin
To melt 
And fall away,
As we embrace 
The coming spring
And shun 
The winter’s grey.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014
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9 comments:

  1. Oh, to be as free as Jonathan...oh to be able to soar as high as Jonathan...untethered...

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    1. I think that is a dove, not a seagull, but I like the sentiments. Certainly, if we leave the drab shrub dwellers behind, we can fly freer.

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    2. Leave no tern unstoned.

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    3. AnonymousJuly 28, 2014

      And shun the fowl-mouthed?

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    4. I love the rhyme and rhythm of this... and the truth found here... so often we build our own prison... I love the hopeful note it ends on.

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  2. It is a matter of deciding oneself, to be in or not to be! The barrier can be easily knocked away with that resolve by oneself. Truly said Cosmo!

    Hank

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  3. right on, sing it! love this. very true.

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  4. the dove futters its wings to celebrate its freedom from the strings in heaven or tethers from the ground.

    lovely expression

    gracias

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  5. I agree, and enjoy how you lined the relativity of self made freedom and the hope of spring.

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