Sunday, April 14, 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"

38 comments:

JJ Roa Rodriguez said...

awesome write!..

JJRod'z

Charleen said...

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

DCW said...

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

izzy said...

Nice piece ! you are very generous!

sreeja harikrishnan said...

nicely written.... perfect!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

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

VaNdAnA ShArMa said...

Good one:)

anthonynorth said...

Beautifully done.

gsb said...

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.

Kim Nelson said...

Your message comes through nicely.

Kay said...

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

Gillena Cox said...

enjoyed reading your poem

much love...

SaraV said...

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 :-)

laura said...

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.....

laura said...

Oppps! Sorry about the multiple comments! The word verification function bamboozled me!

Rene Foran said...

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

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Deep stuff!

Old Ollie said...

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

Enigmatic Soul said...

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

Susan Lindquist said...

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 ...

Lisa said...

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

Trellissimo said...

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

Tess Kincaid said...

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

jayan edakkat said...

Quite nice

mindlovemisery said...

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

himani rawat nayal said...

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

Stormcat Poetry said...

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.

Karen S. said...

Deeply wonderful, a nice piece, written quite well.

Ravenblack said...

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.

mizquickly said...

Amazing. And fun, too.

Nanka said...

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!!

Kathe W. said...

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

Dave King said...

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!

festivalking said...

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

Tracy Kuhn Greenlee said...

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

ayala said...

Lovely poem !

susan m hinckley said...

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

Chris Lawrence said...

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