Outdoors

Junior Libby
Junior Libby

Riding my blue bike

My dog in the basket

Hair and fur flying free

As outward I would strike

~

Birds caroling joyfully

The hum of the insects

Flowers sending their scents

Stopped and even saw a bee

~

Freedom from the darkness

Drunken silence of addiction’s pall

Release from that oppression

Exploring my adventurousness

~~~

© Carol Campbell 2015

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

The Prompt:

Write for seven minutes after saying the words “I remember” then from that compose a poem. Thank you, Outlawyer

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Published by: writersdream9

I have been writing all my life but for the most part, it has been a secret. My parents did not believe writing was a good way to earn money so I hid my poems. Then one day, I wanted to comment on an essay that a friend had written and found myself with a blog. That quiet whisper inside said, "You can write your poetry and no one will ever know.". I knew nothing of followers and the like at that time. So, here I am trying to learn my craft and enjoying every moment of it. My personal details are, I'm 57, married for 39 years, have one grown son who is God's gift to us and last but not least at all, I'm a Baha'i which basically means that I love all humanity.

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28 thoughts on “Outdoors”

  1. oh boy. the girl of my dreams, Dorothy with her toto. for me too my bike was an escape to a better world, far away from the din and chaos of family, school even so-called friends. at one with my own soul, spirit and body.

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