There are bars on my window That mars my view of the park The trees don’t talk, or listen Like me, they just are At times of high winds they whisper Each one its own orchestral aria Sometimes soft And then with crescendos Like passages from Holst’s Mars But mostly as soft sad laments Yet now stillness reigns Somehow seeming a motion That defies movement Empty swings plead for children As if they have an understanding Of solitude and loneliness A passing stray cat stops And stares With a look of apprehension In eyes as dark as its fur Its coat blacker than its shadow For a fleeting second We look into each others eyes Then it quickly scurries away Maybe it could perceive The bars that imprison my soul
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Posted: Aug 2014
About this poem:
Not been around for a while, I have been moving, not far but always far enough, nice to be back. xx
Hi, trurorob, Bars, with its brooding tone, has images that stir the emotions. Yet now stillness reigns Somehow seeming a motion and Its coat blacker than its shadow effectively set the stage for The bars that imprison my soul. Thanks for sharing. Now, we must go outside and play. Those Empty swings await.
123whisperMelbourne, Victoria AustraliaAug 23, 2014
It's wonderful to see you back in posting poem I always enjoy to read your poems as they're all like little dimonds to collect
Thank you Aloma my friend, hope you and Scher are well. Rob
RAVENGYPSY42USA, Tennessee USAAug 24, 2014
Collective and driven, with hues of softness... so enjoyed..
FellsmanLake District, Cumbria, England UKAug 24, 2014
Hi Rob
For some reason Emily Bronté's Heathcliff (Wuthering Heights) came to mind as I read through this, even the black cat having a jaundiced view of the human race - or even of the world in general.
My, my Rob, this poem is incredibly powerful in its imagery, cadence, and depth!
thanks for sharing it with us
SCatlynBrecon, South Glamorgan, Wales UKAug 30, 2014
Wow, so much in this, I wouldn't know where to begin. Wonderful write... made me think partly of prisoners and also of the song "Green, Green Grass of Home"
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The bars that imprison my soul.
Warmest regards Rob.
Good write !
Best wishes at the
new address !
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Bars, with its brooding tone, has images that stir the emotions. Yet now stillness reigns Somehow seeming a motion and Its coat blacker than its shadow effectively set the stage for The bars that imprison my soul. Thanks for sharing. Now, we must go outside and play. Those Empty swings await.
Rob
For some reason Emily Bronté's Heathcliff (Wuthering Heights) came to mind as I read through this, even the black cat having a jaundiced view of the human race - or even of the world in general.
A dark but compelling write.
Cheers
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You been behind bars?
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this poem is incredibly powerful in its imagery, cadence, and depth!
thanks for sharing it with us
Wonderful write...
made me think partly of prisoners and also of the song "Green, Green Grass of Home"
SCatlyn
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I have read this awesome poem a few times now One Word, AMAZING...
I could read this one,over and over again!
Thank you for sharing your wonderful Talent.
Martina xxx
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Like passages from Holst’s Mars
To me this ties the ambience of this write together! Very somber and thoughtful Rob.
The bars that imprison my soul
I understand that too!
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