Sunday, March 20, 2011

Free

I open
a book, or
pick up
a pen, and
I'm free.

I plug myself
In to Elvis'
Rich angel
Voice, shut out
The world, and
I'm free.

I dwell on
My wishes, my
Secrets and
Dreams, think
About you, and
I'm free.

I close my
Eyes, drift into
Sleep and
Give myself
Over to the
Night, and
I'm free.
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5 comments:

  1. Cynthia MMarch 21, 2011 at 3:04 AM

    What a lovely feeling to just let go and fall asleep...heaven I really enjoyed your poem, thanks :)

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  2. ererMarch 21, 2011 at 3:16 AM

    I like this... I so like this! And I'm gona share it on Facebook :)

    Happy Monday!

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  3. UnknownMarch 21, 2011 at 11:15 AM

    You are one lucky gal!
    Here's mine:
    http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/01/31/you-me-and-fibonacci/

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  4. AnonymousMarch 21, 2011 at 1:39 PM

    lovely..
    smiles.

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  5. The PoetMarch 23, 2011 at 8:17 PM

    Lovely take on "free" and of course Elvis and that voice of his.

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