You Are Free (Freedom)

Monday 18th October 2010 5:17 pm

Freedom is...
A blank page, ruled with margins for scribbled after-thoughts
Ink in the fountain pen and some new idea to spill
A canvas, with pallet oiled and brushes ready
A quiet room, an acoustic guitar in tune
A sunrise, derelict buildings, wide lens and film ready in the camera
A garden, soil turned and green fingers
Wet sand, a new love and a sharp stick
A science textbook, a biro and a teenage smirk

Freedom is...
Truths to tell, a close friend with a sympathetic ear
White folded card, marker pens, glue, an impending birthday
A concrete wall, spray can in hand, something to say
A ream of material, needle, thread and buttons
An audience, a microphone, a knowing smile
A piano, no music written but itchy fingers
A blog post and a theme as free as freedom itself
Freedom is your life, and whatever story you choose to write with it

Freedom is self-expression
And;
You are free!

(Oct 2010)

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Harry O'Neill

Tue 16th Oct 2012 16:35

This was before my time...All the examples strictly to the point of the poem, and very much loved:

`Wet sand, a new love and a sharp stick`

tony sheridan

Tue 16th Oct 2012 14:21

Many times I have sat looking at a blank piece of paper with pen in hand. Waiting. Then the words begin to flow. Freedom! Love this. Take care, Tony.

Dave Bradley

Mon 1st Nov 2010 10:55

Managed to miss this very enjoyable poem first time round. Andy's list has brought it to light. Isobel is right - very good.

Isobel

Tue 19th Oct 2010 17:46

p.s. there are lots of brilliant observations in here. Particularly like the references to teenagers, science textbooks and biros. Not obvious ideas but very well observed

Isobel

Tue 19th Oct 2010 17:42

I love your thought processes Thom and this novel approach to the theme. I'm glad to see such a positive mind set - it makes a change. We are all so lucky - aren't we? To be able to express ourselves is a gift that we take for granted.

Your poem ties in with neatness - everything being pat - just so - to facilitate expression. Sometimes freedom exists also in chaos. The right to turn your back on it even. To have a garden, soil unturned and not to give a damn. To have a noisy room that you can shut the door on and retreat upstairs from. for me, freedom exists in the unlikeliest places, you just have to recognise it.
I like the way your poem made me feel - it is very positive. x

Andy N

Tue 19th Oct 2010 08:12

cheers for the entry, thom.. good luck with it! A

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