place me not with stars
for while they slide
across skies
they are brightly fixed
within their constellations
set me not with clouds
for though they drift
above it all
they are heaved across heaven
at the whim of their winds
call me not yours
for though your heart
is safe harbor
I would be sore-fettered
ensnared by your heart
rather let me be free
as birds or the sea
fleeting and sweeping
with lithe beating wings
and fond wishes of shore
© Sarah Whiteley
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this poem has a formal, powerful voice. Keep writing! RT
I also like the voice and tone that the poem takes…enjoyed it.
I really enjoyed this piece – thank you for sharing.
ahhh, so beautiful. amazing!
love love love
“rather let me be free
as birds or the sea”
we all yearn for freedom within our little bubble of security.
xx
oh God this is just a beautiful piece. very well done!
i LOVE the new site design as well.
I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’m embracing my rediscovered freedom lately (after a very rocky relationship) and this one just made sense. I’m enjoying the “aloneness” of me right now. 🙂
aloneness is always a good muse. i look forward to what other little surprise you dig up.
Lovely, lovely poem…Nicely done 🙂
You are Free…
You apparently aren’t though
No. I am not…
This is beautiful and has a lovely flow and rhythm to it and as ever, I wish I could hear you read it!
“they are heaved across heaven
at the whim of their winds”
such a lovely word combination…