The Prisoner

The Prisoner

A Poem by Haunzwürthe
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#3 from a few hours at the beach

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Thrust! Thrust back off my feet!

Rolled and tossed onto land again

By that unforgiving surf.


A tumultuous murk of sand and froth

Bashing, smashing with its merciless caps

Of an indiscriminate tide.


But oh! Yonder deep blue sea!

A constant dream, that open drink

To taste of Freedom.


That cerulean hue meets the sky

A beautiful, no, enchanting distant horizon

Glimpsed o'er these walls.


These crashing walls, Captor! I cry.

Once more, we stand to face.

Thrust! That unforgiving surf.

© 2012 Haunzwürthe


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sounds like the indiscriminate tide stands in the way of the distant horizon. i guess we have to escape the waves in order to reach the blue sea. like they say it gets worse before it gets better. lovely and accurate imagery.

Posted 11 Years Ago


once again you did it...great stuff

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Haunzwürthe
Haunzwürthe

Bland, VA



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