Freedom of Thought

I can't think inside this house.
My thoughts have no room at all.
They struggle, battling each other for space,
jostling against hard, closed walls,
reeling back to me clumsily,
angry, trapped and bitter,
inflicting the darkest mood.

I need wide open spaces
to send thoughts soaring away,
to circle around and arrange themselves
sweeping  along the bay,
over the rocks and over the sea, 
skimming along the waves,
returning refreshed, renewed.

◄ Shipwreck

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Judi Strega

Wed 31st Dec 2014 20:20

A few days stuck indoors, being sociable and pleasant, has me desperate for some thinking time and some wide open spaces. I might get some on Friday...

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