Poem: Release

Ropes 2_resize

Release

The ropes lie loose on the pier.
Dirty from use, well worn,
they are suddenly free of knots,
a freeform release from bondage,

About this poem

So many things hold us back, and most things within. When we have the courage to untie them…. our ships set sail. That’s the thing, you know. Our ships don’t come in. They set sail.

The picture was taken in Provincetown, Mass.  I love the abstract flow of them.

Tom

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s