Friday, May 28, 2010

Inside of me a forest grew.
Its trees kept calling: come in , come in
I saw a path and I followed it.
Suddenly, I was running on my four legs.
My fur was soft.
I saw my own soul.

Freedom.

11 comments:

jiturajgor said...

Freedom indeed,what else?

Luciana said...

That´s my concept of freedom. It works for me. :-)

Rebb said...

Lovely poem, Lu. Connecting with the wilderness within that sets us free.

keiko amano said...

Lu,

Are you a kitten or a tiger?
If I can, I want to be a bird, but I don't know what kind.

Luciana said...

Yes, Rebb, we´re all animals after all, aren´t we? :-)

Luciana said...

Keiko, I´m an animal, that I´m sure. A creative,emotional, thinking, talking animal, but still an animal. ;-)
I like all animals, humans and others, but in the 'others' category I have a soft spot for felines...
To answer your question, I think the kitten brings the tiger within.
As far as birds are concerned, I imagine you as a beautiful, magnificent swan.

Lidi said...

I loved your concept of freedom! Amazing poem, teacher.
My concept has wings... and wants to fly far away from here.
Miss you.

Luciana said...

Oh, yes, you´re a winged creature for sure, Lidi. You´ll take off one day. Time will come :-)

Vincent said...

I read your poem several times before and could not understand how it managed to leave me half-satisfied, for its sure-footed simplicity cannot be faulted. But in today's clear morning I see that I wanted you to introduce it with an expression of what state the narrator existed in prior to the forest growing in her.

Only then would it be possible to understand the final line "Freedom".

Luciana said...

Well, you can only feel free or appreciate or even notice freedom if you´ve felt otherwise before.

Vincent said...

That was precisely my point, Lu. Your poem made me want to know about your "otherwise before".