Who said that your soul can't soar?
Those who soar, are often shot
While those of straw, are praised
One asks to what low standard
Were the judges raised?
How can one bow to a nether God
And pine for his approval?
When all those chains that bind us
Are ripe for their removal.
Come, rise up to your greatest height
Through just your own endeavour
If you wait for public grace
You'll be a slave forever.


Comments: 17
Hugs & blessings - S.
There you are. Big welcome. Of course. Let's bust those chains asunder.
Big hug big blessings.....F
No more chains - stand for none and take off the old ones!
I love it, you have said it so well!!
I saw your post on Elsie's article this morning and came quickly to see what you had written. Your article and poem about the Symbolists had so affected me and also opened up a new world for me, that I just had to come see what else you had done. And Fred, I think many of us are down in comments because we can't find each other easily. This lack of comments in no way speaks to the quality of your work. You are a cut above. Yes, a lot of us can write and put together some poetry and have fun and all, but you go beyond that. I hope you continue to publish ( when Gather functions for you again) in the future. And I hope I am here to see it.
Are ripe for their removal.' The word ripe tells us it's time for a revolution against the injustices in this world. To say chains are ripe is a solid metaphor.
"APPROVAL GRANTED!!!" ~ THRICE OVER.
Blessings & MUCH LOVE,
Rene