so goes the puff of smoke, rising higher, until it falls as rain to feed life again... that is how freedom goes, in circles -- aint it life? we demand to be as one with that circle, even as we are standing still.. drunk with the desire to live . freely...
this is perfect to be the beginnings of a song's lyrics... expound on the examples of how freedom feels is seen, heard, or just hitch hike down a highway with your dock martins named escape... lots of great possibilities for a #1 hit. kudos and great write.
Im really not surprised you repeated the 'smoke rising' metaphor here Ron - it really struck me as being very inventive and imaginative so the second encounter was like an extra helping - which is always my weak spot. Well written and heartfelt poem/song here WM.
satan riding my back....So true how life can be a struggle , that feeling of the weight on your shoulders, really like this description !
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
this was one of jc`s challenge poems,thank you went to return the favr didn`t see anything i havent .. read morethis was one of jc`s challenge poems,thank you went to return the favr didn`t see anything i havent read
LOL awww you are too sweet....I dont review expecting anything other than the joy or reading people .. read moreLOL awww you are too sweet....I dont review expecting anything other than the joy or reading people writes!!
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just ask, golden glove boxer years ago,us army veteran ,a contractor is how i make my living,
i am an amateur writer.. been here since june of 2013,couldn`t write then,still can`t.but who cares
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