I am a poet of nearly 5 years' vintage. I write about the interrelationship between man and nature, the power of human feeling, the richness of life and loves.
FREEDOM A man who is free sees the same sky I see but a man who is not free, like a man blind, sees a sky only he sees; so with the running of a stream. A woman who is free hears the same songbirds I hear but a woman who is not free, like a woman deaf, hears birdsong only she can hear; so with the cries of a child. And a child who is free shouts of things of wonder but a child who is not free, like a child dumb, speaks of magic only she feels inside; so with the telling of a tale. Yet the man without freedom sees a leaden-grey sky and a slow brown, brackish brook, while the blind man sees a deep-blue canopy and spangles the stream with silver. And the woman without freedom hears the raven croak and the clay-dry choke of her child, while the deaf woman hears the chatter of chaffinches with the clatter of children at play. And the child without freedom speaks the bile of witches and spits out the pity of her pain, while the dumb child claps hands for the riddles of wizards then sings to her sister lullabies.
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