10.7.11

Street to Freedom

Photo by Neil Alexander
You're bleeding
out of each pore
rushing
against time

Pause and carry your pail
to the well of
dreams
your heart is running dry

Flowing along to life's trap
of course you cannot see
inside the struggling vein
is a person, almost free
Posted by wanderer above the mist at 10.7.11
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5 comments:

  1. dustusJuly 10, 2011 at 1:54 PM

    Great tone of optimism in the speaker's effort to discover freedom after a heart bled dry. Excellent response to the prompt.

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  2. Brian MillerJuly 10, 2011 at 3:59 PM

    freedom comes at a cost...just hope it is not the heart...nice write...

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  3. UnknownJuly 10, 2011 at 6:54 PM

    Really nice flow and rhyme to this piece, much enjoyed ~ Rose

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  4. ReflectionsJuly 11, 2011 at 12:06 AM

    Love this... the flow is magnificent. powerful words, Flowing along to life's trap
    of course you cannot see
    inside the struggling vein
    is a person, almost free

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  5. gautami tripathyJuly 12, 2011 at 11:07 AM

    Free..are we ever?


    walk the past

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