Sabin Balasa. Freedom in the Aquarium, n.d. WikiArt
Freedom is a muse
Diabolically preening
Her multitudinous veils.
I sit sullen by the water’s laughing edge
Wringing my heart
As if it were a bundle of wet hair,
Each drop an echoing tome.
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There is very little
An opinion can inform.
I am so much more and so often less.
The only freedom
Left a man after the streets
Have been laid is his curiosity
And I’ve a mind for misdirection.
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I kind of cheated on this because I decided to have 2 stanzas but they can be seen individually
mindlovemisery 
Phenomenal, simply phenomenal–your writing.
Awww thanks!
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Ha. keep that mind of misdirection and feed that curiosity. color outside the lines and make your own roads.
some wonderful images in this. from the laughing water to ringing the hair. A finely layered well written piece
Oh wow thank you so much X for your generous compliment =)
Separately or together – these are absolutely wonderfully stunning!
What powerful evocation – I love the imagery that births itself as I read this – I see the scenes unfolding before my eyes … which speaks to the power of the words carefully chosen and the form they follow …
I sit sullen by the water’s laughing edge
Wringing my heart
As if it were a bundle of wet hair,
Each drop an echoing tome.
Knocked it right out of the park!
The only freedom
Left a man after the streets
Have been laid is his curiosity
And I’ve a mind for misdirection.
Brilliant! I can see this cobbled street or some such, on a grey wet day, everything dripping and cool – with a dark haired man in blurred focus – as a tall woman stands near a street corner – looking at signs – hesitant – ….
I swear – you have captured my imagination in full flight with this piece Yves!
So well done!
Cheers
Pat
There is really no greater compliment for me personally than knowing my poems have inspired thank you so much XD
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