Freedom

We may, you may, I may

live in a fools’ paradise

A place where I

believe, you believe,

we believe, we are

free

But are we, you,

or me?

We can live a

whole life and

not know. I may

not know, you

may not know

Freedom

is illusive

We, you and I, can

live our lives

as if

Our, my, your, choices

are governed by

You, me, us

And within

our, my, your

small circle

this may be

But in a moment

Nature interferes 

Wars erupt

Governments fail

Handouts disappear

Communities are lost

We, you, me,

are lost

 to catastrophe 

Ellecee

Day 6 - NaPoWriMo 2024

Inspired by

TP_Poetry

 

Autominy

 

Mustangs of Las Colinas, Texas

Sculptured by Robert Glen

Creating a “found poem” from this paraphrase from 

The Fortunate One

“Mustangs are feral horses, which means they are escaped domestic animals. The Mustang can be docile, caring and friendly. They have an elevated sense of self-preservation observing things on and around them, which is what keeps them safe but also makes them unique.”

She is an escaped domestic animal

She is feral in her ways of being

although you may not perceive her so

as she can appear docile and homely

An elevated sense of self-preservation

keeps her safe

Her temperament makes her unique

among others less inclined to be

no longer tamed, no longer tethered,

free 

Ellecee

Day 23 - NaPoWriMo 2023

Inspired by:

Sanaa Rizvi

Ekphrastic Poetry

Found poem

Mustangs of Las Colinas Texas

Sculptured by Robert Glen