to mom

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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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