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Set Me Free

There is nothing free about this verse.

It has me tethered to my pen with the timer set for enough minutes to make a cup of tea. Instead here I sit, not free but tethered.

I could be watching something mindless on tv but instead I am bound by ink to this page, not free.

These minutes could have been used for online shopping – it is almost Christmas, you know. But I am tethered to a notebook, not free at all.

A prisoner to words pouring onto this page once blank. The timer ticks out a rhythm and my pen follows, dragging me along, dragging my feet, my mind and on the other end of time my muse sits grinning. She has her feet up, doing her nails – oh, yes, I could have done my nails in these minutes!

This verse is not free. It has me tethered by sentences until – ding!

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Today at Meet the Bar over at dVerse Poets Pub we were challenged to set a timer and do some free writing

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I am a reader, a writer, and a snapper of photos

17 thoughts on “Set Me Free

  1. Ha! You and I both had similar thoughts! I called my poem Imprisoned Free Verse. And you are right, there is nothing free about this verse. Free Form maybe. Good write, especially as great minds have similar thoughts. πŸ™‚

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  2. Really your nails done in 3 minutes πŸ™‚ I was smiling all throughout Candy ~ Fun and authentic voice ~

    Thanks for sharing your free-not-so free verse πŸ™‚

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  3. Well, everything of value takes a modicum of commitment & effort, but free verse is without parameters. one can choose any form. or several, use nonsense words or epithets–so perhaps the only tether is self-imposed, as we feel obligated to participate. I was having too much fun to notice the shackles.

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  4. So interesting. I sat with journal, as I do each morning, and just wrote and wrote….”stuff” about my life then and now. Maybe sitting in the dark, with only the small white lights on our memory tree (Christmas tree) and candles flickering…this time of year when I look at pictures on the shelfs of people who only exist now in pictures….and transport backwards to snippets….ah, there I go again! So then, with red pen in hand….circled stuff that stood out and culled a poem out of that. Funny, I find the free writing liberating. But again, maybe its the twinkling lights? πŸ™‚

    Do love this though….especially the last word πŸ™‚ Smiling I am.

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  5. SMiLes.. my friend Candy
    i free verse all the now
    but if it is ever pen
    and paper.. the
    most Sanskrit
    will be
    from me
    is chicken
    scratch..
    as i literally
    have a hard enough
    time writing my name
    legibly.. in fact it comes
    out different every time..
    so yes.. i am impossible
    to counterfeit.. hehe..NOW
    in more
    ways
    than
    some..
    but yes.. just
    put my fingers
    on some keys
    and either a piano
    man or
    UniVerse
    of WORDS
    COME OUT!
    THANKS GOD
    THE KEYS
    COME BE
    FOrE
    i for
    one get here NOW!!!..
    mind and keys spells
    and plays notes and
    words of flow.. mine now..:)

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