Liberty

16th Nov
Following the prompts on the Poets on the Page web page
This weeks was :
Picture's Worth A Thousand Words , with the picture of the Statue of Liberty.

So in response:

Liberty?

Pictures's Worth A Thousand Words:

Yes, but thankfully most've been said
A copper structure built by Gustave Eiffel
A gift from the people of France
She stands from ground to torch in her hand
Ninety three meters high
She stands for liberty, for strength , for freedom
The Goddess Libertas her icon
She stands tall - torch held skywards lighting
The way for all , or maybe just Americans
She stands bearing a tablet - no, not
The samsung variety- evoking the law
July 4th 1776 inscribed thereon.
She stands looking out across Manhatten
The broken chain at her feet unfettering
The people bound up
Where is the liberty now
Who will stand for the people
A choice between two - no choice

And the one from last week.
The prompt was music

8th Nov

The Music We Forgot   

It was not silent -their chatter was loud 

Like the rumble of thunder in a rain cloud.

But some thins was missing all was not right 

We'd forgotten the music, that extra delight.

Frank Sinatra, Nat King Cole 

Romantic, moody, a bit of soul.

They didn't complain but it was made clear

That they would have liked to have more cheer

Music to lift the spirits up high

Music to lift our hearts to the sky,

Next time we'll remember 

That'll be December

Day Five - Look Within

So, the fifth day...

Look Within

You may be confined, constrained, confused,

Shut in...

Even though you can walk where you will.

But  do not look to be freed 

As if some other can unlock 

The chains...

Instead, without fear search within, 

Deep inside, until you reach,

The core....

And there discover unknown worlds

That are your

Liberty....

Day 5: 5th day, 5th poem.
Easter Day

Out of the Darkness

We get up early, before the sun,
Bold, loving - striking out to where
We'd watched Joseph and Nicodemus.
Gather spices, fresh clothes,
Ointments to anoint His body
We walk together.
 Tears - a balm for the union of our sorrow.
Wailing we comfort each other with stories,
Personal, painful.
We ponder - who will roll the stone away?
And then,
The sun rises
Reaching the place, we stop.
Looking , without understanding ,
who has done this thing?
The tomb - empty.
Confused we stand.
Do not fear , they say.
Out of darkness - the Light ...He is Risen...
And joy ,  hope returns.
He is alive...
He is alive...
He is alive...