Free Reign
This poem was written for our April poetry evening. There was no theme given for the evening, and we were free to write about anything... As you might be able to tell from my poem, I found this tricky! Free Reign I'm unconstrained, free as a bird. My journey remains unplanned. I am a newborn's first unspoken word; My path's in the palm of my hand. The choices in front, unfathomable. There's nothing I couldn't do. A rapture of roads unexaminable. My future yonder; wild and blue. Ahead of me is a tall blank slate My pages yet unwrit. An unlimited menu with a huge clean plate. My wick is trimmed, my lamp just lit. I could do anything I like. I could do nothing, nothing at all. I could see all the world, get on my bike... I could stay here, staring at the wall. Shall I write a symphony? Paint a master work of art? A *whole* hour ahead that's just for me! ...I've not a bloody clue where to start.