Sleepily pass the days
of all seasons,
slowly on the year does trod
for those who are confined.
Muted, people move
across dim, buzzing screens
so silent
its enough to make them scream, the confined
Young and old,
both can be prisoner to their years
but the middle-aged still yearn
for the age before, and yon
Even a slowly-paddled boat
is adventure on the sunny river
and slow talk and watercress sandwiches
amounts to an extravagance of life,
to the confined.
Why children look out windows, instead of at chalkboards?
Why the mind will wander, though the body cannot?
Still refuse to be confined,
no one can take away spirit,
or thoughts
or imagination
So there is still some kind of freedom,
for the confined.
Comments
For my own curiosity - how
For my own curiosity - how long did it take you to write this? It reads like something that took hours of thought ... but I know that sometimes things like that take just a few minutes.
Anyway, I really liked this. Especially the lines "Young and old, both can be prisoners to their years" and "Why children look out windows, instead of at chalkboards?"
Nicely done.
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Brother: Your character should drive a motorcycle.
Me: He can't. He's in the wilderness.
Brother: Then make it a four-wheel-drive motorcycle!
:)
Most of my poems only take about fifteen minutes/ a half hour to write, and this one was no exception... although sometimes I'll be thinking about the subject of the poem for a long time.
Glad you liked it. :)
I liked this. So true, too.
I liked this. So true, too. Awesome job :-D
"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond