~ Libertas

~ Libertas

A Poem by
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~ Liquescens Aquas...

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~ Libertas

 

 

Behind the walls of the soul,

Hidden thoughts flow,

 Until the deeper cores

Feel icy cold of snow,

Frozen icicles

Sharpen the mind

Astray as a nerve

seasoned

soaked

In the perfect

Lust and hope

The fight to melt,

The snow that felt

So comfortable

On the skin of

The perfect frozen

Now so hidden sin

There is some light

In the end of the gate

You will find

By following

The old pink hue

Where you shall be free

Suspended on the feminine cue

And reach the lake

For pure mountain bliss

Water, crystal clear

Where you can lay down

And rest, and sleep

For days of pain

Are gone

Where snow and ice

Shall melt

Just for a moment

Out of all

Gravitational mass

In vera Libertas

 

 

 

~ Elisa Laura


© 2012


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Thank you xx

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Pax
oh, how i asked google for the meaning to the intriguing title and i was right... for i though Libretas sounds like Liberty... it was indeed... Liberty..

You have touched the femininity of your inner core... Being free from the jurors in our head because this jurors are making a person prisoner of our own choice.. and frozen our free will... this piece show how to find the light of hope in the end of the gate.. that there is inner peace and freedom beyond those gates... the warmth of inner peace will melt those bitterness away into pure waters cleaning your well being...

Beautiful work my dearest friend..

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

11 Years Ago

Wow, thank you for thaking the time on this one, you feel it so good, what a beautiful review my fri.. read more



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Pax
oh, how i asked google for the meaning to the intriguing title and i was right... for i though Libretas sounds like Liberty... it was indeed... Liberty..

You have touched the femininity of your inner core... Being free from the jurors in our head because this jurors are making a person prisoner of our own choice.. and frozen our free will... this piece show how to find the light of hope in the end of the gate.. that there is inner peace and freedom beyond those gates... the warmth of inner peace will melt those bitterness away into pure waters cleaning your well being...

Beautiful work my dearest friend..

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

11 Years Ago

Wow, thank you for thaking the time on this one, you feel it so good, what a beautiful review my fri.. read more
A journey to the Oasis of Rest and Recuperation; a place of healing; a land where no ailment flourishes--perhaps even, represents that body-less state of truest freedom.
"Great God All-mighty, free, at last!"
Impressive work, E. L.


Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

12 Years Ago

Thank you so much kind sir, for always getting my work precisely...
Now I red this poem several times, because it has deep mistery and it`s meaningful for me..All words here are so much connected and make an amazing picture like from puzzle pieces. Simply great!

There is some light
In the end of the gate
You will find
By following
The old pink hue
Where you shall be free
Suspended on the feminine cue
And reach the lake
For pure mountain bliss
Water, crystal clear


Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

12 Years Ago

I wrote this in the reach to be free... free of my desease, better in all times... there will be lig.. read more
i love how you used a bit of nature to convey your main message- nature can bring so much beauty into any piece of writing

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

12 Years Ago

Thank you Cascara xx
Good music and amazing poetry.
"In the perfect
Lust and hope"
I like the use of weather to create emotion and thoughts. Thank you for the outstanding poetry. "In vera Libertas"
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

12 Years Ago

Gratias ago vos kind Coyote and dear poet. So nice to have you by always!
The music I choose .. read more
Ellie you are a blessing, this is exquisite, my favorite part of this incredible voice is within this phrase: "There is some light
In the end of the gate
You will find
By following
The old pink hue
Where you shall be free
Suspended on the feminine cue
And reach the lake
For pure mountain bliss
Water, crystal clear
Where you can lay down
And rest, and sleep
For days of pain
Are gone"

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

12 Years Ago

Thank you so much lovely one. For being here.
It was written to let go of my darker time I try.. read more
a blissful read and a very well crafted write, nicely presented!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

12 Years Ago

Thank you dear friend... :) hope you get some rest! be good! Will be back to read your art too!
quinfinn

12 Years Ago

i napped for a couple...still "driving" in my skin...hours on the road do that to me, always a thril.. read more

12 Years Ago

Aw, you're too kind :) thank you very much.... hope you rest after all a bit better tonight. Take mu.. read more
A nod to the feminine within. I tip my hat to you, Elisa. Good piece, nicely-crafted.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

12 Years Ago

Thank you very much Michael. Nice to see you by!
michael.c.m

12 Years Ago

I am often lost amongst the islands to the north, but today I am here. And the compliment stands; go.. read more

12 Years Ago

*Smiling*

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