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| Wheat Field with Rising Sun, Vincent van Gogh, 1889 |
I dreamt of freedom
I dreamt of freedom and you gave me flowers:
all the world’s roses you laid at my feet;
I dreamt of freedom and you gave me jewels:
rubies and sapphires and ropes of pearls;
I dreamt of freedom and you gave me palaces:
marble fountains, courtyards and walls;
I dreamt of freedom and you gave me words:
praises and songs and promises;
I dreamt of freedom and searched myself:
long vistas, the rising sun, the burden of death
and life.
Thanks to Tess for the prompt. For more magpie tales: http://magpietales.blogspot.com/
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41 comments:
gorgeousness. i love how this makes me feel.
Be careful what you dream for - freedom is not all it seems
That was very profound and well written. Have a wonderful week. :)
I'm afraid that none of the superlatives I can think of quite do this one justice.
I may have to go away and try to create one. For now I am not able to tell you how much I like it - Oh, and the van Gogh aint half bad either. I didn't know it, so it's a double thank you!
I loved this Isabel on so many levels. Opened up my morning like you open a window and breath in crisp air!
Just sent a link to this via twitter - I hope that was okay!
Beautiful poem!
Freedom..I seek thee...!!
This is superlative - what a gift.
A stunning piece of writing.
Rightly or wrongly, the new Princess of Monaco came to mind quickly followed by Princess Grace.
You wrote of the freedom I also found within in my 'Here be Dragons' post...
…this is amazing in all forms… freedom can’t be replaced by any luxury…it’s priceless and hard to attain… thanks for the poem.
~Kelvin
sing it, sister :)
beautiful.
keep dreaming.
Yes, so beautiful and inspiring. : )
Freedom to choose seems the most difficult with too many at hand. A beautiful poem!
Freedom - a lovely interpretation of the prompt!
Beautiful, wonderful, yes only we can give ourselves freedom, no one else.
Freedom come, freedom go.....! You penned this wonderfully.
sometimes a gift is a loss of freedom- great post.
Very true, the value of freedom can't be measured! Like what you've done with the beautiful prompt!
Lovely writing, but what did you choose? haha!
I wondered if you ever got that freedom? There is both appreciate=ion and regret here.
This is written through with a thermal of hope. Here's to freedom!
Truly making the most of a prompt...freedom and its many colors...to have choices seems the greatest freedom to me. Very thought-provoking.
All the gifts in the world..and then those walls!
On the 4th, I choose freedom...tomorrow, hmmm...you do stir up a lot in this elegant poem!
The direction you took...quite interesting. I read it several times, because it really made me think of the need, the desire for freedom...
Gorgeous piece of writing!
there is no freedom in things and possessions. freedom come from within and that is exactly what we read within your words. Simple and elegant. :-)
Truly stellar!!
Beautiful, Isabel!
Beautiful imagery and well written. :)
Wow I love this style of this poem, its exquisite
This little gem really 'speaks' to me. Thank you.
A fascinating slant on a fascinating picture. Amazing who it has prompted such a variety of responses.
A most unusual and welcome interpretation of the prompt-picture. Thank you.
Wonderful.
Anna :o]
Stunning. Simple. I liked it so much, I read it three times.
Beautiful, Isabel. Thank you.
very stirring and thoughtful, nice!
Yes .... Freedom over jewels any day ... your poem is a masterpiece.
Yes, the unattainable dream --- beautiful poem.
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