One Apple A Day #62
From Today, Thursday is the poetry day. Every week I’ll look for a poem. I’ll read it; I’ll absorb the words; I’ll let them sink in and melt mixing with my feelings. Then, I will write whatever come to my mind. I won’t be an analysis of the poem. The aim is only to let something in to see what it pushes out.
Today, I read this poem.
Freedom — David O'Neil
Free am I
As a summer cloud:
But I resent
The insistent urge
Of the wind.
Freedom is such a wonderful word. Like love, it doesn’t have a universal meaning. My idea of freedom is that it is shaped around my soul, my beliefs, my fears, me. I think it’s ironic when we fight to convince others that our idea of freedom is the right one. We tell them how they must live to be free. And in doing so, we are making them slaves.