Sealed Tight
In my square room, I dream of
the open plain long ago, before roads,
before scars on the land.
Seeing forever, the sky
high and lonesome,
cottonwoods along the streams.
The land owned by the wild,
the free wind, all things small
in the ocean of grass.
I have only seen it
passing by along the highway
straight and far and fast,
sealed up in my little moving box.
I have never woken to the wind
stirring the prairie, to the sun
rising in a sea of cloud
above the far horizon.
I have never chased the buffalo,
heard the wolf, clung to my horse
at the end of the aching day.
I am here in my other box,
doors shut, windows tight against
the breeze. I live in my measured world
waiting
to be measured for my last,
my most straitened,
my least restraining, box.
3
Enjoy being online again!
Welcome to the community of good people who base their values on evidence and appreciate civil discourse - the social network you will enjoy.Create your free account
2 comments
Feel free to reply to any comment by clicking the "Reply" button.
While I was reading this in my mind's eye I could picture an Indian brave painted for the hunting bow in hand gazing at the wonders of this dimensions. Good write
azzow2
Level 9
May 8, 2018
0
Thanks.
Recent Visitors 12
Photos 45 More
Posted by EntheogenFanI wrote this about a crazy girl who I loved like crazy. She made my entire life feel like insanity.
Posted by AllamandaNot in the current meaning of 'dog-whistle' but I think people will like this poem.
Posted by TO_BYEntangled Particles
Posted by TO_BYGraphis (Graphic Poem)
Posted by TO_BYGraphis (graphic poem)
Posted by neutralite[youtu.be] today... was a day. ✂️ Squeak in the music room on this site, that's what to do.
Posted by RemiforceDEATH IS SO FINAL--Youth La Boheme days in our small boyhood town, drinking cheap wine, smoking grass all night in some artist's studio, staggering forth into the bleary translucent twilight dawn.
Posted by RemiforceWHEN MY BROTHER LEFT FOR NAM--We looked across the field of death & maiming, in our youthful half knowing, the war raging in the media suddenly close & personal,like a car crash We drank to ...
Posted by RemiforceMY AGE IS IMPATIENT.
Posted by BohoHeathenThis is just a poem of past experiences.
Posted by PetterAbstinence indeed!
Posted by AstralSmokeWanting Wanting to be broken utterly split apart with a mighty tearing like an apple broken to unfold the delicate open veined petal pattern inside the fruit .
Posted by MiizzunderstoodWE WILL BE HOME SOON MOM.
Posted by Stargazer13And this is what you mean to me… That I see beauty and feel lovely in a dark, broken and rusted world Because you love me, I’ve been brave And opened into full bloom beneath the gaze of ...
Posted by Stargazer13Dog days are over Picking every four leaf clover Gonna break out of every box they put me in This soul is hungry and divine sugar my sin Personal evolution Fated love the revolution Raw ...
Posted by Stargazer13I've heard the stories of your empty world Devoid of soft touches And the rare souls that cross lifetimes, to see again through eyes captured in silent and consummate knowing I've listened to ...