Wendy Meyer Poet Free verse

Enslaved

I hold my pen
and think of what to write.
Bound with time, enslaved by the past.
A many mirthless pauses 
     and a single melancholic thought 
would never arrive at a story of reality sought.
I wonder if my imagination works well
for people whose brains can foretell
the imagery of words and mystery of punctuations;
Between the lines the words seem not an equation.
But, beyond the obvious, 
       I search for more
            to fill in the gaps 
                 my memory encore.
Telling and retelling of the past
       I beseech a tedious fast.
Amazed how our memories enslave us 
       or free one's soul;
Free them! On the paper they find 
                                              a respite 
And so, I struggle to write the past,
Hoping I will find a rest at last!

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Michael Hilario January 3, 2014 at 8:08 PM yes we are enslaved by our passion to pen down our thoughts and feelings and yet that passion is also the one that will liberate us from sorrow, pain and uncertainty as well as a way to share our happiness to others. Enjoy this poem. have a great weekend kabayan.

Peter Dome December 27, 2013 at 2:11 PM Writing is not just a joy for me, it's my therapy , the way I express myself, who I am. Hoping to make sense of things that have happened to me. I can relate to your heartfelt words very much.I feel someone else understands, and I'm no longer alone. thank you so much for posting Wendy. my warmest best wishes. Pete. . Michael Hilario January 3, 2014 at 8:05 PM I agree with you Peter our poetry and writings are therapy to us.

Poet Tacito December 22, 2013 at 9:41 AM Been there, done that, bought the T-Shirt...and pants. I understand this a little too well. Awesome job!

Anne-Lise Andresen November 22, 2013 at 5:18 PM - Let your pen control your thoughts .... a well written poem Wendy - Pleased to read. - Have a great weekend. - oxox // Anne-Lise :)

Richard Lamoureux November 16, 2013 at 2:00 PM Eloquently expressed and a visually intriguing piece.

Sandra Adams November 16, 2013 at 8:39 AM it's best to write it all out when it haunts the memory...this one is one we can all relate to...until we start writing and the words fall, we never know exactly what memories haunt the most...i enjoyed this one...good emotional write! Hugs :)