Sunday 14 April 2013

patterns don't free us

Spring, 1935 by Kuzma Petrov-Vodin 
my words escaped from my thoughts
a few fell on ground
yet some spread their wings flying above the mountains
when they got tired
those word took a ride on the clouds
I waited for them with you on my side

freedom is what they coveted
who was I to curb it?
I also watched the words on the ground
playing gleefully, unaware of my smile at their pranks
the sentences they made worked fine for me
spiraling words from the clouds merged with the grounded ones

escaped words freed me too,
to bring order to a chaotic mind
you don't have to please me
let there be no apology
let me set you free, 
free to go where you desire

I will gather my words soon and you too
(I know that in my heart)
for now you need to go into the world
I see it in your stance, 
I read it in your eyes
because I have found your words

"in the moorings and bearings
our feet have to dance their fill"

37 comments:

  1. And now we know what she was thinking. :-)

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  2. This is very expressive of the life of words, well written.

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  3. Nice piece ! you are very generous!

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  4. Wonderfully composed. I especially love the quoted lines at the end.

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  5. I really enjoyed this poem on words. I am sorry that you get so much spam but then success seems to make other jealous..you are a good writer. I don't mind the WV. sometimes it's fun (and exasperating) trying to figure the damn things out.

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  6. Your message comes through nicely.

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  7. i really loved this piece...beautiful..x

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  8. enjoyed reading your poem

    much love...

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  9. Such a fun delightful poem--yet deep as well, that takes a talent to do that. Loved the image of words playing in the grass and in the sky :-)

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  10. Love it!
    I could imagine this poem in a most visual way....the words on the ground, some happy and chattering like puppies, some scurrying like ants, some still like mushrooms and others inching along like caterpillars soon to transform into something other....
    I could imagine the sounds they made......morphing in and out of connotation.....

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  11. just beautiful
    love how the creation of the poem becomes the poem

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  12. cool - this one has a nice classic feel to it -vivid imagery - tight writing all around!

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  13. This is amazing. Impressive work with imagery and metaphors.. Loved it.

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  14. Such wisdom and resignation in these words ... I loved this write. It will be one that I return to this week to re-read and re-think. Thank you ...

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  15. As always beautiful! It has been a while since Ihave read your work and I always enjoy it so much.

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  16. I liked this very much. (PLease switch off the dreaded word verification. Most bloggers have done)

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  17. Love the notion of a few words falling on the ground...

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  18. This is lovely is has such a lightness and whimsy, it really has the sense of a daydream

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  19. Words, don't escape you, you have a fine grasp over them.

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  20. Words as living beings. Like the words the got frozen in the old Paul Bunyon Tales and the lumberjacks thawed them out on the wood stove. Always made me laugh to think of that.
    Let your words be free and they will serve you.

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  21. Deeply wonderful, a nice piece, written quite well.

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  22. Very cute poem, imagining the words flying free, playing among themselves on the ground. There's a truly a great feeling of ease and freedom if one can have such an attitude.

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  23. Marvelous!! Love the swirl of words!!
    "in the moorings and bearings
    our feet have to dance their fill"
    Deeply thought out lines!!

    So rooted and yet so free!!

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  24. lovely free words! and thanks for your nice comments! Have a splendid day!

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  25. I like this very much, it is very thought-provoking.

    The line:
    escaped words freed me too,
    really made me sit up and take notice!

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  26. hi! thanks for stopping by my blog. Sadly I seem to have mistakenly deleted your comment while trying to move it out of my spam box... much appreciated anyway! :)

    Great stuff right here by the way!

    Cheers!
    FK

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  27. Hello, thank you for reading my blog. I love your rooted poem..a theme for this day, a fundamental truth. Your mix of nature and the need to find meaning out of words is beautiful.. thank you

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  28. I loved your word imagery...(and your title)

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  29. You sweep us up to this imagined place and make it real

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