Somewhere i belong

Of freedom and Escaping..

Is there a place somewhere so far?

Where I can bury my face in the wet grass.

Bind my psy to my heart, so crass!

And seize the wind that breaks me apart.

Reviews

[Robert Tusitala O'Neill]

I have to ask, what do you mean by "psy?" -Like the Greek letter? I love the open-ended-ness of the question, "Is there a place somewhere so far?" This is subtle surrealism. I adore surreal art too. Here you are casting doubt on the idea a place so far could even exist! Great line of questioning. I must admit, and this is just me, that only the third line is still confusing me. I don't understand it, so it seems it could be altered in my mind, but perhaps this is not fair. I just am not clear about it's place. The last line is beautiful and powerful! "And seize the wind that breaks me apart!" Terrific line. This is one of those rare poems that really need not be a line more. The four lines and the title say it all. My only hesitant complaint is the third line. I feel it could be substituted, but maybe just for my poor feeble brain to comprehend its brilliance!

[Anita Singh]

By psy, here i am addressing to my mind. The third line : Bind my psy to my heart, so crass! means binding my mind to my heart which is immune to any kind of emotion. So i want my mind to guide my heart which has now become crass or insensitive. Hope the message reaches you. Much thanks for reading and liking! :-)

[Robert Tusitala O'Neill]

Ah, the psyche, I get it! Yes, I can be dense at times. I just don't get some things when they are abbreviated. It is a strange quirk of mine. It is overall making much more sense to me now. I still like the individual lines as I mentioned above, but I get the total poem as a whole now too. Yes, you can catch the wind in the sails of your mind and not let it toss your little boat apart in the sea, but instead take direction from it and let it drive you -heart and mind together- toward the far away land of milk and honey where the wet grass is cool against your skin. It is great! I love it.

[Lizzie]

The question I ask myself time and again. Where do I belong? Is there a place somewhere far?

[New Theory]

The place is always there in your own heart, a beautiful piece of poetry.

[Anita Singh]

Thank you! :)

[Chandradhish Ghosh]

Why would you want to seize the wind that breaks apart? From the person that comes out of your poems, you seem like the one who would stand and resist it. Nice one Annabella!

[Anita Singh]

Hey Chandradhish, Thanks for reading my poem. The idea of seizing the wind is to get a hold of things that try to destroy/harm me. It can be expressed in either ways.

[MAC]

love the title and this poem

[Anita Singh]

Hey! Thanks, Mark!