The air tastes different out here
The stream plays the pebbles like a harp
There is no line that separates the mountain from the valley
No law that forbids the Sun from bleeding into the sky
There are no ends to the trunk
nor starts to the branch
There are no fences or walls
No corners or edges
Nothing sharp enough that it could cut my soul
I open my eyes
I'm still at my desk - chained, only by fear
My weekday tie fastened just loose enough so I can't complain I am choking
I am choking!
Wow! Totally loved this poem, your ideas are intently creative, grasping the mind throughout the entire poem! A surprise ending turning around and hitting us with it's simple and ordinary feelings we all have at one time or another. Thank you for sharing and please continue writing, you have a unique and inventive creativity that I do enjoy very much. RoseAnn
Ah, thank you so much, Roseann. Your encouragment rests deeply in my heart, thank you. Much love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great start with a nice poem, Victor. You may like to read my ars poetica named as (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks