Viv Wigley Poet Sonnet

Grounded

Stood at the upstairs window, hands face down
fists clenched, knuckles touching cool windowsill.
Crows, silhouette cut-outs surveyed the town
from aerials and ranged the skies at will.
I watched their dark progressions jealously,
from eggshells cracked they burst and rove the sky
roaming when needs dictate, they hunt and feed
instinct their engine, not some reasons why.
And here I stand moulded by circumstance,
driven by life's winds, leaf upon a stream,
currents of obligation, waves of chance
my path determined, yet allowed to dream.
Cannot accept defeat though these things be,
I know I'm out there somewhere- the real me

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Agnes Krampe March 11, 2018 at 6:38 PM That's a thought provoking poem, Viv. Viv Wigley March 13, 2018 at 2:08 AM Thanks, Agnes x

Laura Leiser March 11, 2018 at 1:30 PM I had to read this twice over, it is so deep with meaning, Viv. I can feel the earnest yearning for true freedom here so well. Such beautiful, poetic imagery and metaphor...a fave! Viv Wigley March 13, 2018 at 2:08 AM Thanks, Laura, circumstances seem to funnel one down a very restrictive passageway, me being whimsical, I suppose. Viv x