tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post6154470676799425795..comments2023-06-24T14:21:13.094+02:00Comments on AppleHouse Poetry Workshop: May - Ideas for Free-writingLynne Reeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11852192697142140025noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-76197617019558403092008-06-01T13:49:00.000+02:002008-06-01T13:49:00.000+02:00Free Free verse, freedom of speech – liberty at...Free<BR/> <BR/>Free verse, freedom of speech – liberty <BR/>at another’s expense. Vive la France – <BR/>Corday Robspierre enfant’s of the guillotine; <BR/>the frogs have Appolinairre the Beefs <BR/>have blocks of concrete. Free view until eight, <BR/>pay per view means only the past is free – <BR/>are you free of the past? Is freedom a gift, <BR/>or a God given right? Joshua set his people free <BR/>and butchered all the …ites. <BR/><BR/>What greater gift <BR/>can a parent give a child then their own early death?<BR/>free, too free them <BR/>from living in your shadow or burdened by your fears!<BR/>So free them, swallow hemlock <BR/>in a glorious sacrifice, plunge yourself into that dagger <BR/>to save them from you. Release <BR/>all the pink and blue birthday balloons now. Look! <BR/>There’s a child’s toy, a run away train – <BR/>‘went over the hill and she blew, blew, blew, <BR/>blue’…Indeed if a parent truly loved a child <BR/>they’d drown that child at birth, <BR/>set them free from mankind’s ruin, misery, despair. <BR/>Luke, chapter one, not the Jewish version.<BR/>(Should I despise myself for this treachery?)<BR/><BR/>In this I have lost my honour, gained <BR/>a secret, a silent pain – how I wish for public shame <BR/>or ridicule, yet I bare this weight alone – <BR/>how I wish I could stand bare-chested before an emperor <BR/>to receive his noble samurai sword, <BR/>place its handle on a marble floor, fall on it – <BR/>in death honour, in honour eternal forgiveness. <BR/>Take me into your bosom, honestly the size of your breasts <BR/>are no longer an issue (I free you of this burden).<BR/>(Only a question mark is free!<BR/>Doesn’t an exclamation mark ask us questions?)<BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/>Love is free! I give you my love freely, <BR/>unconditionally yes, but free? I am free to love you <BR/>if I want, I choose you, do I love you, <BR/>our society does not allow me to express in words how much… <BR/>do you love me for choosing you? Sartre said <BR/>we’re all free and scared of it, <BR/>had he not heard of six degrees of separation.<BR/>Just speak you cry, your voice lost on the wind, powerless <BR/>I drift like a premature soul on the Styx - <BR/>would you have empathy for me <BR/>if you awoke on this side of the mirage? <BR/><BR/>I wish I could tie my thoughts like a dog <BR/>to a block of concrete, throw them into a deep ocean.<BR/>Free your soul with drugs, become a slave to addiction. <BR/>Isn’t there a freedom in slavery; <BR/>no decisions, choices? Empty your mind,<BR/>find your dark-side and sing <BR/>songs of freedom from wrong choices – <BR/>Shouldn’t poetry answer questions, not ask them! <BR/>My achievements laid below the ‘quick-sand’ – <BR/>the reflected glare of mid-day blinds each shallow victory. <BR/><BR/>There’s a circle of palm trees in this dead oasis, <BR/>every mistake, misplaced word, wrong decision hangs <BR/>from a trunk, flapping in the wind <BR/>like foil off a scarecrow – only the birds <BR/>are not frightened <BR/>they hang upside down like bats pecking out the guts <BR/>of each error, <BR/>I watch like a broken Prometheus, <BR/>a perfect Dorian Grey – <BR/>how I long for clemency’s redemption, <BR/>the soft kiss of sleep.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-39293909750846557532008-05-31T10:20:00.000+02:002008-05-31T10:20:00.000+02:002. Write a list of excusesLeaving Homebecause I ca...2. Write a list of excuses<BR/><BR/>Leaving Home<BR/><BR/>because I can breathe at the sea-edge<BR/>because I am selfish<BR/>because another language makes me smaller <BR/>and bigger<BR/>because I have dreamt of this <BR/>because every day is a gift to unwrapLynne Reeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11852192697142140025noreply@blogger.com