On a High Cliff
I stand on a high cliff,
my long raven hair is blowing in the wild wind
and my dress of red presses to the curves of my body.
A green ribbon from my hair is sailing away over the ocean,
but I am anchored to this place -
I carry a heavy, dragging weight that is an immense
burden in my life, how I wish that I could break the chains
that hold me and like my green ribbon sail away over the
ocean, that I could be like a bird drifting over blue waves;
Oh, I would like to explore the world on a sailing ship-
upon the deep blue with no shores in sight,
that would be so lovely to see the white billowing sails.
I wish and dream to be ruled by the winds that blow,
not the heavy burdens of life.
__________________
November 28, 2016
Poetry/Verse/On A High Cliff
Copyright Protected, ID 16-853-641-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to Contest 243
sponsor, Brian Strand
Fourth Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2016
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment