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!
Today at Meet the Bar over at dVerse Poets Pub we were challenged to set a timer and do some free writing
rhymeswithbug 
I like this. 🙂
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thanks!
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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. 🙂
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thanks. our great minds are still captive to words 😉
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Really your nails done in 3 minutes 🙂 I was smiling all throughout Candy ~ Fun and authentic voice ~
Thanks for sharing your free-not-so free verse 🙂
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thanks, glad you had fun reading. it seems I tend to go humorous when others are baring their souls
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This really was fun and did remind me of Toni’s “un-free” writing too! See you in a couple of weeks.
Gayle ~
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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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Ah, the shackles – you found me out 😉 Glad you had a little fun, my muse sometimes thinks she’s a stand-up comedian.
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The repetitions works so well.. though there is something even worse than to be tethered to that ink and that to be a prisoner of words (unsaid)
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I completely agree 🙂 such a cool take on the prompt.
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I could’ve, I ought to have, I should’ve … who is free? Loved your poem.
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I’m smiling so wide it hurts…because I relate. I guess that process works for some and it painful for others. But truly, yours has just the “feel” it’s supposed to have.
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I felt a similar angst writing the stream of consciousness part. I really love this!
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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? 🙂
Do love this though….especially the last word 🙂 Smiling I am.
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Great fun!
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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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