Freedom is a dancer:
see how merrily she skips
needs no reply, nor answer
issues from her cherry lips.
She’s laughing, tossing golden hair
and caution to the wind
keeps spinning, merrily and fair
with winter far behind.
She isn’t fond of drudgery,
but takes it in her stride:
the working day, which thoughts of play
cut clear through like a tide
of endless possibilities,
bright shining like the sun
through liminal infinities
though separate, all one.
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Beautiful, Ingrid! I especially like the final two lines.
Thank you Merril 💃
You’re welcome, Ingrid!
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❤️🙏
Ah, the freedom to be is the best freedom of all!
Agreed! Thank you, Liz 🙏
You’re welcome, Ingrid!
I really loved this one ♥
Thank you 😊
You’re most welcome! ♥
“Freedom is a dancer:” love the metaphor Ingrid.. lovely poem!
Thank you Cindy 🙏
You’ve caught the feeling perfectly. (K)
Thank you Kerfe!
What a lovely poem that captures such a splendid feeling of movement and freedom!
So glad you liked it, Layla!
Exquisite and meaningful, Ingrid. “liminal infinities, though separate, all one” That is the joyous, balanced life thoughtful people aspire to! <3 Beautiful song. Carole King was a favorite of my late husband.
Thank you, Cheryl, for your kind words ❤️
Delightful! ✨💃🏻💗
Thank you Michele! 🙏 💃