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Task for the Poets
Posted under Other by The Creative WordsHere is a task for all the creative minds who nurture and help us grow. Given below is an image, be creative and think of a Poem/Song/Creative Piece which could be associated with the image.
Here is the link of the image which you can use in your post after clicking the Insert/edit Image icon located at the top of the writing area with a Tree made on it.
Link: http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2707/17/26/571947124/n571947124_2294505_7246386.jpg
What are you waiting for??Let us BEGIN!!
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Over the river and through the woods not to grandmothers house I go..
My journey began late one year ago from a place called home..
With only a dream tucked neatly in my canvas bag and dressed in my Sunday best..
I left the my childhood to test my hearts desire..
Destination was ~Freedom~
A year of travel to sights unknown..
A year of mystery to bring me home..
A year of wonder- lust and a half full bag..
A journey of breaking barriers and frequent jet lag..
A year closer to finding the path best suited for me..
A bridge full of opportunities will help me become free..
As I shed each piece of the materials worn..
I become the soul I was meant to be when I was born..
Freedom is our right to choose, and I chose walking alone..
Very creative… amazing
MY EPIC JOURNEY
My fatigued , abused boots ,
tap along the tarmac decline,
I check my watch a final time .
Influxes of robust wind attack my being ,
gellid air anaethatises my face ,
and my hands they sting .
The perpetual bouts of wind ostresise me ,
out of the grounds and up the hill ,
I face the mountainess trek, bag in hand,
just like jack and jill .
I think of all the people who are going to their jobs ,
as I ellude wreckless taxi cabs .
I climb past human trees and over rotten fences ,
I throw my eyes over misted fields ,
and rub together two ten pences .
This journey I have incurred ,
I must impel through ,
therefore I cannot be deterred ,
I must ensue .
Half way home I look at the glittering ,electrical horizon.
of yellow and white ,
In the opposite direction ,
my composite , destination ,
is in sight ,
just by the unstable traffic lights ,
a parked up roller skate ,
frozen roof slates ,
flying lit up snow that escalates .
Theres a haunted bus stand alone and still .
oh how I wish I was that cat ,
on that inside window sill .
Paul you are immensely talented, marvelous piece of work.