Patricia Cresswell Poet Free verse

Escape From the Chair

escape from the chair

early evening
September sun falls
in blazing glory
through a cathedral
window of the 
last judgement
then softens
to a nursery of muted hues.

I would leave 
this chair of grasping pain 
and rise up a lark 
singing and free
swoop as many 
coloured prayer flags, 
greet the gods,
for all my size 

the heart rings true
with chiming anthems 
of  joy and grace 
until the orb sinks 
 its charming face 
through the last murmurs 
of twilight floating then melting
into the black waters of the lake.

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Lim'Rik Flats September 16, 2017 at 9:22 AM I rate this "three WOWSAS!" I am swirled in the colours of heart, mind and soul as I read this. Your writing puts the Poe back in poetry for me! ~ j Patricia Cresswell September 16, 2017 at 11:14 AM Thank you John. Wowsas are great!

Pipping Stars September 11, 2017 at 11:17 AM awesome thoughts poet ... Patricia Cresswell September 16, 2017 at 11:12 AM I am up and down right now. Wish I could fly and be invisible. Thanks for the awesome. Pipping Stars September 11, 2017 at 2:13 PM Uhm ... ok ... to the " are you" ... and you ... Patricia Cresswell September 11, 2017 at 12:51 PM Thank you Timothy. How are you.

Jannie Breedt September 11, 2017 at 7:05 AM The halting jagged lines are so filled with anguish. The black lake of depression is so inviting. Dont go there. It gets better along the way they say. I will walk you through it Patricia Cresswell September 11, 2017 at 8:24 AM Thank you Jannie we will be here for each other.

Emma Sivey September 11, 2017 at 6:21 AM This is a great poem Patricia. I liked it a lot. Maybe someday I can write something as good as you. Lovely. Emma :) Patricia Cresswell September 11, 2017 at 9:00 AM Emma keep writing and breaking down walls to your heart. The free heart speaks so that others may hear and feel. Thank you.

Russell Sivey September 11, 2017 at 4:49 AM I too understand the second stanza, "I would leave this chair of grasping pain..." my back is killing me at times (Though I do know that this is probably not what you meant by this line)! I'm in a nursing home right now, healing and doing exercises (therapy)! This is a fabulous write my friend! I really enjoyed reading your illustrious poem here this morning! What a glorious piece, Great Work!! Patricia Cresswell September 11, 2017 at 9:09 AM Dear Russell you are in my thoughts. Follow the instructions and do the exercises and you will heal. Do not let gloom enfold you rather surround yourself with laughter and joy. Thank you.

Darren White September 10, 2017 at 12:21 PM That second stanza, I could have said that: "I would leave // this chair of grasping pain"... In fact that is what I am thinking every single day, every second of it actually... This is a wonderful poem Patricia. The colorful image of the first stanza is superb. Patricia Cresswell September 10, 2017 at 5:23 PM I understand completely Darren. Thank you for understanding the source of this dream of freedom.