Free and chained,
your soul rises,
your soul falls.
You long to take a breath,
the taste of air brushing on your lips,
as the wind touches you.
Softly, lovingly,
seducing you,
to find the will to live.
How close freedom can be, and how I let myself be chained. Grateful for every wind, whisper or poem (!) that sparks the desire to live more fully and freely!
Finding the will to live; chained yet still inspired by life and nature. Very nicely done!
ReplyDeletelove the taste of air brushing on lips and living on even if things are tight...good write ayala
ReplyDeletenice poem tho the picture freaks me out ...thanks for the words
ReplyDeleteHow close freedom can be, and how I let myself be chained. Grateful for every wind, whisper or poem (!) that sparks the desire to live more fully and freely!
ReplyDeletesigh, i hope you find it...it can be as fleeting as a breeze...and anticipating those ups and downs helps me find it...
ReplyDeleteWe all find ourselves. No other way...
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Beautifully shared of the battle to find oneself, longing to go beyond the obvious.
ReplyDeleteIt's like swimming up from the deep, trying to break to the surface. Good poem.
ReplyDeleteThe wind does seduce us into wide open spaces... calls us to see things a bit more clearly out there. Heartfelt poem, thank you.
ReplyDeleteThis is so good. I found myself needing to take a deep breath as I read it. Guess you could say you drew the reader in!
ReplyDeleteLiterally breathtaking poem and photo! Great job!
ReplyDeleteIn to the air he may go - nice use of the image
ReplyDeleteexpanding and contracts ~ rode on the breath ~
ReplyDeleteayala ~ ~ loved it ~ Lib @Libithina
had to sign as anony ~ sorry ayala ~ but as you can see I'm not ~ Lib
Thank you, Adam :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Claudia. It's not always easy....
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kez.
ReplyDeleteDon't freak out :)
Adrienne...gratitude always should whisper in our ear.
ReplyDeleteBrian...sigh...it can't always be sunshine, can it?
ReplyDeleteGautami, we do....
ReplyDeleteThank you, Petrina .
ReplyDeleteThank you, Glynn. I like the way you put it....
ReplyDeleteThank you,Patricia.
ReplyDeleteVictoria, I felt like I couldn't breathe when I wrote it. I remembered a painful memory....thank you.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Lolamouse :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, John.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Lib.
ReplyDeleteI don't know what's going on but I had trouble earlier leaving a comment as well. :)
How fleeting the moments of life & thought!
ReplyDeleteThanks for joining my blog :)
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Finding our true selves is so important then you can be happily alone with yourself.
ReplyDeleteCloudia, they are fleeting....and it's my pleasure.
ReplyDeleteKB, it's true....
ReplyDeleteeven when it seems impossible and restricted it is possible to have the will.
ReplyDeleteThat picture is something else. I really liked the idea of the wind seducing one to live. That was a great idea :)
ReplyDeleteReally drew me in. I've known the feeling of struggling to keep a positive will against huge odds.
ReplyDeleteWhat a perspective, ayala, in both shot and beautiful poem. Wow!
ReplyDeletewow ... positive, hopeful ... loved it.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing delightful romantic poem.
ReplyDeleteChristine...must find the will.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Lori.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Eileen.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Helena.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Talon. Scott Wyden's photograph. As soon as I saw it,it all came to me. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Baishali.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sean.
ReplyDeleteI love that image you chose, and I LOVE that poem! It's almost as if you wrote it about me. It caught me in the gut. Very nice work!!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Caroline. The image spoke to me ....
ReplyDeleteLove the photograph Ayala. And I like the sense of in-between that is conveyed by your words. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rudri. :)
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