All the pieces of a living star
Have flung themselves toward
The ends of the universe,
Believing freedom means
Burning out alone.
I would gather fireflies in a jar,
Reflecting the convergence of a star.
i really like this. its succinct but elusive. it seems clear, but in actuality it is not.
i mean…i like this because it seems to be some sort of ancient and true aphorism, but its not. its food for thought.
“Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose” – Janis Joplin, “Me and Bobby McGee”.
And indeed, “alone” is what freedom without security truly means.
Nice poem.
I like it Ierrellus. Short but potent.
Shades of Beowulf --haven’t heard from him in awhile-- lerrellus. Keep up the good work.
lhw - AKA: The Straight-faced Clown AKA: M.C. Tape-Hiss
Nice poem. I really like the syntax, the imagery.
I’m still around, just busy lately. Eventually I’ll be posting some more stuff.
…good to know you’re still around Beowulf - can’t wait for your next offering(s).
slayed any Grendel’s lately?
lhw - AKA: The Straight-faced Clown AKA: M.C. Tape-Hiss
Badda Bing Badda Boom =D>
This nasty little sting, may in fact help change my life. Or not. “Who really knows what they are going to do before they do it?” H.C.