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Freedom to Choose

Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld
adult art artist artistic
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Freedom to Choose

It had the freedom to choose
one eye or two
one arm or two
one hand or two
as long as
it chose to obey
it chose to be hungry
it chose to stick to the rules

It had the right to freedom
as long as
it knew it’s place
it knew it had no place
it knew it could not have a place

It had the freedom to sing
as long as
it met the godliness of the day
it kept the tunes to spirituals
it kept to it’s place
it kept calm by association

After all
freedom has a price
and freedom
has rules
so says the master
so says the hand that leads it
and keeps it down

Freedom for all
some kind of choice
And what about IT?
It is people with blood
It is people with hearts pumping
It is people with lives worth living

Freedom

take away the itness and put life to the name

keep freedom and drop the itness of the past

live, breathe FREE

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So, there you have it. Day #23 of National Poetry Month.

Thanks to Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides Prompt:

“Time for our fourth (but not final) Two for Tuesday of the month! Pick one prompt or use both…your choice!

1. Write a free poem.
2. Write a not free poem.”

 

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6 Sentences – Clear

Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld

dolphinsswimmingby

Artwork by my niece may be viewed on Instagram: @ks_montgomeryartist

Clear

Clear as the ocean’s water in Maine, when I felt the cool water and the fish swimming by my legs, knowing a solid foundation, but loving the free feeling of the ocean’s sandy field.
Clear as the day when I decided to spring out on my own, knowing the risks and taking the chance to fall.

Clear as my mother’s blue eyes when she thought I was lost, only to find me poring over a book of patterns in the fabric shop, knowing then that, yes, this was her daughter and she was okay.

Clear as the natural part of life when I can just simply enjoy watching dolphins at play, coming close to the shores in the cool of spring, when horses trotted on the ocean’s sands, knowing the feeling of the breeze.

Clear as the moment when I just knew, beyond anything, that I was ready to be the person I was meant to be and succumbed to the joy of being.

Clearly, I see the ways of life and how they ebb and flow and how fortunate that in all the movements of life; I am still a part of the things that matter.

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Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Come back here on Thursday, link your post…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers.
PROMPT WORD: CLEAR

Here’s the LINK!