For #NaPoWriMo Day 20 the Prompt is: ” to write a poem that involves rebellion in some way. The speaker or subject of the poem could defy a rule or structure that’s been placed on them, or the poem could begin by obeying a rule and then proceed to break it.”
Also, combining with Michael from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie TaleWeavers Prompt “exploring the concept of longing. What is it you long for? Health, holiday, freedom, love, understanding, acceptance.”
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These cubicles, they’re full —
But outside there’s fresh -air and freedom.
A world to explore, to engage to the core,
Outside these thin walls is liberty.
No more work burdens to bear,
So, the mountains and city steps I’ll climb.
And these cubicles, I’ll slice them full of holes,
Tacking up scenic pictures to inspire my soul.
Nature’s vibrant purple-skies as storms roll in,
Waterfalls that crash, and streams that gurgle.
Cars that absorb the grind of the rocky-road,
Spring zipping through the highways on four-wheels.
All in all, I’m forlorn, for the wide-great outdoors,
Scented pine-needles and decaying earth.
Wings of bubble-bees as they hit the breeze,
And flutter into pale-pink roses.
I’ll knock down these walls with hammers and saws,
Because no architect supposed workers crave sunlight.
No builder thought windows were essential to breathe,
That these gray walls, dense recycled air —
Aren’t places for humans to exist;
To flourish and grow, to be creative and problem-solve.
They’re the prisons where we labor to earn —
The visage of sunlight on rippling waters.
Oceans crashing against rocks —
The flow of rivers down the banks,
And the hustle of people as they swarm live-festivals,
Scamper for cool beer and watermelon.
When we peer to the ceiling, we’re searching for the sky,
So, you can call security, but either way, I’m escaping.
The green-grass is sweet and calling to me;
My heart beats for the tides’ ankle-deep caress.
And a tangerine sunset, it lives inside me,
The ember of glory that leads the way,
Through the dull-dread of each dreary workday.
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