Immobile ties
like vines of ivy,
wrapped around my legs
binding me to this.
Rage builds into fire
frying the nerve endings,
of a once fragile mind
left alone in my cell.
Fate is a seamless word
yet more a yoke,
chastising an illusion of freedom.
As the vapors of this thought
dissipate into the mists
I burn with a reality;
these chains around my neck.
Author notes
Three--- "No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky..." Bob Dylan
A contest entry
- Bob Dylan Quote Inspiration by Naridill.
650 points, ended July 9, 2008, 12 entries
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Let me know How this makes you feel, what do you think?
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I think I admire this piece but was disappointed with the direction of this quote. You took emotion from it - but I feel left all the other parts where they were. Which - worked well, but I found a little predictable.
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We all fit into the prism
Yes I see what you are saying her for we all have our own little cells we stay within and in doing so miss the very wonders of what life could be to be truthfully free
Say good luck on your dreams of being famous one day in your writings it will happen just never let go
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Such complete and utter futility fairly oozing from the demonstrative well crafted verse.
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Ivy becoming chains, and everything in between gave me a minute in another world another time and another mind. Yours excellent
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A wonderful write. A great way to take the quote. You connected to it very nicely. Good luck to you in the contest.
Kelli
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