I feel filled empty
amid shallow height.
Trapped,
on the diameter perpendicular to touch.
Searching,
for the cool of a pacific wave,
while awaiting a calm that I have never known.
To find it,
this place in me,
to find it,
is to find My Me.
I need to be there,
where, lost leaves collect to converse,
where revelations reverberate
and inhibitions emancipate.
So at two seconds from insanity,
when I am suspended in a silhouette of shadow,
I will visualize invisible shackles,
and hear freedom ring as the caged bird sings.
For at the very moment,
that I find this place,
my place,
my me –
which shapes like Victorian architecture in autumn,
with a bashful grasshopper in my heart,
finally,
I will know peace.
Finally,
I will be
Me.
© LaRonda Moore
I love the evocative language of having a grasshopper in your heart. Thanks for sharing. 🙂
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Thanks so much for the feedback! I truly appreciate it.
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Beautiful…..
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Thanks!
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Love it!
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I really appreciate the feedback!
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Beautiful!
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Thanks so much!
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You crushed that poem!!! I truly admire your word processor 🙂
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Lol. I appreciate that!
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Passionate poem with a universal theme. Will follow, thanks for following mine.
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Thanks so much!
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Be free
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Yes!!!
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