Free-ward
gather my
thoughts as
wildflowers
pluck my
enchained body from
the
cement sunk post of routine
lift me,
pull me,
free
into the
stream of you
your
invisible, irresistible,
gutsy,
galleon force
grasp
me
hard
flow
me
fast
to you
carried
on your current
borne
away - away
from the
endless ring of type-
casting
each
laundry list of latent laments
to the
whirling winds of
change
~
This is a very 'current' poem has a wonderful flow! You swept me away with your words.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful love poem, so hard to do, to keep fresh, you have done it! I love it!
ReplyDeleteSo lyrical. A mature love poem. A true tribute to the soft/hard whirling winds of change...
ReplyDeleteSo lyrical. A mature true love poem. A tribute to the soft/hard whirling winds of change. (Dear pearl, I finally managed to open a Google account -- so I can post directly on your blog.) Nurit
ReplyDeleteOooooh so excited for your blog!!! Will visit ASAP - thanks for stopping here :)
DeleteAh yes being scooped up and saved from the hum-drum..what a lovely thought on a Sunday morning :)
ReplyDeleteLoved the motion in your poem. It carries the reader away!
ReplyDeleteOh! I went back to choose a line or two to quote in my comment, but they are all memorable! Strong and beautiful, this love poem!
ReplyDeleteThe movement in this poem swirls the reader along with the narrator. I am a little dizzy now:)
ReplyDeleteThis one really catches the current of fast and fluidly moving water. It flows with great phraseology. Really like those final lines and "the laundry list of latent laments".
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
I like the analogy of wildflowers and being free. Freedom like a drug is hard to give up.
ReplyDeletegreat poem, and I love the title! Free-ward, such a great word!
ReplyDeleteThis shatters me through the lens of Philip Seymour Hoffman. Strong work.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful...
ReplyDeleteLoved this and the thought it carries!