Like the nightingale
For the laments sweet
In freedom
Trapped am I
With broken legs
And wings
Into your captivity
I shall no more sing
But before
You set me free
Or I break
The walls of prison
26/9/2008
This is an interesting poem. To be or not to be free (trapped am I....) , to feel atrophied through someone else's eyes... well, the way you deal with the subject -quite classical- raises the duality and the depth of the question, which is rather complex. I liked the way you played with rhythm and lines. It adds to the complexity and confusion of the feelings...(for example in freedom/ trapped; the absence of any question mark at the end of Trapped am I...) and creates an atmosphere where questionings of the mind join their expression into breathing, like a lack of air. 10!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good lamentation...trapped in freedom of love! but this freedom in fact is captivity only...good piece 10