to mom


to mom
you can incarcerate
me in the house
but cannot cow rebel
spirit- you believed
others’ tell-tale tattles
turning deaf to pleas
of own child
you may hold
body prisoner
mind flies free- it dances
and roams like a gypsy feather
riding wayward breezes and
my imagination tickles star
bellies of Van Goghian skies
belly hungers
for music as notes
fill every pore of my
melody starved spirit
when birds twang overhead
wires, rain falls, my heart
scores new rhymes, songs
set me free O mother
Mine, what use
is this capture
when spread
before my eyes
is nature’s wonder
Filled cornucopia
~ image is from movie August Rush


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