Poem -

Freedom

   Freedom of poets. 
Woke up sweating,

Heart beating,

And my mind racing,

And I felt,

Anxious, No!

Elated, Never! 

I felt,

I can't even explain the feeling,

A story I can't narrate,

A dream I can't even interpret,

A song I can't sing,

              The lost were retrieved,

And felonies were freed,

Slaves were honored,

And all the emotions assembled,

And gave birth to,

A mentally stable man,

Emotionally upright being,

And I felt rejuvenated,

My pen refilled,

But this time with colorful ink,

Not like the rainbow,

Strong visible colors,

And my paper became white,

      Not like the snow,

Healthy white,

And my energy renewed,

Passion filled,

And I realized,

The dream was a metaphor,

Freedom that died hundred years ago,

And buried with Shakespeare,

With Eliot,

Was being handed over to us,

The freedom of poets.

Woke up smiling!. A dream.

📌📌Ava ~a poetess. 

 

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sparrowsong

Hello Ava...

​​​​​​Did you dream it again?

Did it bring you further?

​​​​​I haven't had any dreams that gives me a clue...

I'm still looking around...

There's a lot of things out there...

I'm finding where we are and checking all possibilities...

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong
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