Freedom in chains

Wild green that lifts my breath below a sky serene so far from home

Red mud that clings to my feet brings a feeling of being held back, but so alone

A sun warm, dirt roads, on the horizon a coming storm, sky so blue

Rolling emerald fields, dripping sweat yields pools of pain missing you

No fences only the wind, combed wool clouds thinned, torn between us two 

Rootless within, tumbleweeds spin, carried on a breeze that blew

Star's compass, no needle, soul does wheedle, pointing direction for weary feet

A shadow memory lags behind, solace to find, searching for slumber sweet

So long the road, thorns of conscience goad a vagabond to carry on

Songbirds tweet in hopes to greet an old friend on a distant lawn

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Freedom to choose also means freedom to be lonely. This offering gives the impression that such a choice was made, and now there is regret. The last verse indicates there may be a correction in the offing.

[Soren]

Thank you John for the read and interpretation. With most choices there are some regrets despite them turning out well there is always something that one could have done better. Even when one would make the same choice again there is a longing for the availability of a better choice. Thanks so much for the comment

[Chris Shaw]

Freedom, not all it’s cracked up to be. This poem conveys emotion so well. Someone is deeply missed. A beautiful composition dear Soren. A very happy new year to you from the UK.

Chris

[Soren]

Thank you so much Chris for the read and comment it is always most appreciated. A most Happy New Year to you as well.

[Davidgeo]

The way you write this is perfect.
One long sentiment writhing in the mud of your consciousness.
I imagine you would be a cormac mccarthy fan. I am not sure if that's a good thing these days. Have you ever heard of a movie by the name of Idiocracy?

[Soren]

Thank you so much for the read and kind comment it is deeply appreciate. Yes indeed I remember the film well. Happy New Years to you