Use FREE as your inspiration this week.
You should use the word in the title of this post as your inspiration as either a theme of the Sijo or in the poem itself.
There are:
Each new season heartens the recent past toward the future
Because Nature is not a product of ‘luck’, but alive,
Free to act creatively yet bound to an eternal plot.
I once met a spider
In the shady glades.
She offered me a smile,
And winked through pink shades.
She held up a spindly leg,
And shared a friendly glow.
I never step on spiders now,
I’d rather let them go.
Come to our island
Out in the blue sea.
Tourists adore it
Everything’s free.
Yes, enjoy it at GLUP
Whereabouts unknown?
It isn’t a time share
We’re not on the phone.
Most happen upon it
But oh, what they get,
The whitest of beaches
A neon sunset!
Breeze, faintly vanilla,
Ah, the seafood is grand
So perfect the weather
You can sleep on the sand.
Did I mention the warning?
A wee one, my friend,
Those who go swimming
Aren’t heard from again.
Only four thousand swimmers
Were cut off at the knees
While sunning and bathing
On crystal teal seas.
Come one, come all!
Look at me, I’m sincere…
The resort is so named
For the last sound you’ll hear.
Lifestyles…
When I was sixteen, a young man about 19 happened to stop by the lake where I stayed at a cottage. We “regular” kids hung out together after dark and, one night there he was, nap sack,guitar,Great Dane companion and some hash. (The kind you smoke not eat.)
I couldn’t imagine a life of roaming around.
He frightened me although he was such a likable fellow. Dog lover’s rate highly on my initial character evaluation.
I hung around just long enough to listen to his campfire romancing of the “free life”. I have to admit, it sounded like fun.
When he broke out the drugs, I left.
Still, I liked him. I don’t believe he was evil and I vowed never to judge anyone upon there choice of lifestyle again.
Within a day or two,he moved on. I remember considering giving him a loaf of bread. I didn’t though. Once he showed the drugs, I kept away. He may have bartered for the drugs so I felt I couldn’t assume he was a thief. At sixteen, the drugs were enough of a warning sign.
I can’t listen to Mr.Bojangles without him coming to mind.
Sometimes, at age 54, I still think of him. I wonder if it was as grand a life as he imagined. I hope so…
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