Free

An unfinished thought, a seedling buried, enveloped in dirt.
A unsung song, guiltily swallowed by a pretty finch.
A burning, festering situation at the bottomless pit of your stomach.
Like a caged animal pacing back and forth, awaiting a meal to fill its showing ribs.
This is captive word.
Don’t hold back.
Let the rhythm knock you down.
Set free the words that yearn to be heard.
Sing to the glorious earth of it’s precious gifts.
Let creativity flow in the form of music, words and art.
Allow the world the pleasure of the secrets you hold.
Be your own, free flowing soul.

Copyright Corbie Sinclair 2011

Free verse is the name of the game today at One Stop for form Monday, hosted by Gay. Please visit and give it a go at http://www.onestoppoetry.com.

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