Breaking Free



It was pure darkness - pitch black
Charcoal and ink pressing down
On my shoulders, back and neck
The air was hot hot hot all around

I touched, wondered, pushed at the wall
That seemingly had no end
Is this a passageway, a room, a hall?
I came to curves, bumps and a bend

Suddenly, after hours to eternity
A light shined through a window pane
In light, I was blinded - I could not see!
I forgot in the dark I was blind until then

I ran, I fell, I stood up straight again
Then I backed away from envisioned escape
The world outside seemed strange
The world outside seemed grey

I sat awhile to ponder and think
A whiff of memory of the old kingdom
brushed the cool air - whimsical whim
I neighed and embraced my freedom

I ran to the open fields...

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28 comments:

  1. nice write ...like how you took this theme and gave clarity to freedom..coming our of the darkness..bkm

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  2. You noticed the stable door - and ran with it! :)

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  3. Loved it that you laughed and ran for the open fields! Beautiful.

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  4. This is a lovely poem. I enjoyed the ending, which delighted and surprised me, as I had no idea until then that the poem was about a .....

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  5. First, I thought it was the Chilean miners coming into the light....but I love horses too. Great poem, evocative.........

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  6. "I neighed and embraced my freedom." Well written.

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  7. Oh yes..run free
    great take on this prompt

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  8. So very apropos this week with the miners being rescued. Wonderful.

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  9. freedoms birth!
    and I shall call my pony Freedom!

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  10. This reminds me of a song I loved as a child. I can hum it now but for the life of me I can't remember that last time I thought of it, as a result, I can't remember the name. Wildfire just popped into my mind. I wonder if that was it?

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  11. Born free
    As free as the wind blows...
    As free as the grass grows,
    Born free to follow your heart.

    Is that it Kristen?

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  12. What a lovely name for a pony, Rene!

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  13. This really made me tingle, I love horses, this was wonderful!

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  14. Dear Sherry and Willow,
    Yes...the bizarre thing is that while I was writing the first three stanzas, I was thinking of the miners. Then as I wrote the first line of the fourth stanza, I thought of a little foal...and hence the outcome of this poem.

    Well, the poem takes you where it wants to take you!

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  15. Purely magical..the heart of a hero..very original...

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  16. ah- it was a stable door? All this time I thought otherwise. Nice write!

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  17. run free wild horses...smiles. nice magpie!

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  18. I just love horses...they have such a beautiful grace and spirit of freedom about them...this is a lovley poem for the prompt...truly amazing Ninotaziz! :-)

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  19. A wonderful post. I can c the horse finally running free. Never thought of it as a stable door.

    I'm so focused on trying 2 get Bliss & Jill out of their predicament that I c everything thu their eyes.

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  20. I loved each and every line..

    --Someone Is Special--

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  21. Dear Ms Ninotaziz,
    It is beautiful, simple, mysterious and brief.

    Hank

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  22. run away with a horse,
    love the idea.

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  23. lovely take on the prompt! The image of the horse running free made me smile--great writing!

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  24. Nice write, the end with the image of the horse, smiles, freedom running the fields.

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  25. Interesting and evocative style of writing, when I looked at the magpie prompt I actually thought of a horse stables and freedom,,,,, glad I did not do mine on that theme for this is exquisite love the poem.

    cheers,
    joanny
    http://thedowsersdaughter.blogspot.com/

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