by Katy Bennett
I am here
in this sprawling
concrete asylum
while you are there
a vastness beneath the sky
an endless body of calm and inspiration.
I envy the seagulls that circle above you
free and alive every day
while I fight
through the hordes day in
and day out. Growing
weary of the rat race
and the chains.
I’ll see you again soon, my love.
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5 comments:
A hymn to liberty and unspoiled nature, beautiful, does "breathe".
:)
Hi, Katy, I just popped in to say hello, great blog, congratulations!
I'll follow you.
You can visit mine if you feel like.
Cheers from Argentina!
Humberto.
www.humbertodib.blogspot.com
occhio, thank you :D
Humberto, thanks for dropping by
every poem I write is somehow a love poem to the sea ... here are a few lines from Kipling (who I never really thought of as a poet until I kicked around his work more) that sums it up ...
No man is ever wholly free his first love
no matter who she be.
Oh, was there ever a sailor free to choose
who didn't settle near the sea.
Hey Keith, thanks for dropping in. I haven't read much Kipling but those lines are very apt.
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