© RH Peat. 2/2/2011 6:31pm
Form: 3 qutrains/ 12 lines/ free verse
Rhyme scheme: xxaa, xxbb, xxcc
intent: Control by another is slavery.
When we take control of our lives;
we liberate ourselves from tyranny.
Written for a poet friend

When Bells Ring Out

When Bells Ring Out

The Cripple throws away their crutch;
you know they’re on the mend.
It's time to rejoice with acclaim
for the healing of the lame.

Hope has brought
its torch of sweet liberation
to break the chains of ages
that claim the bound hostages.

Lost Humility has found
a lamp within the darkness
and lights its path clear as day;
Independence stands to walk away.


© RH Peat. 2/2/2011

TinaD
Beautifully written. Everyone who is taking responsibility for their own lives should read this.

Sandra Martyres
An amazing poem on freedom from all the crutches we find in life...great write Ron...tfs

Dorothy A. Holmes apwlts2
A fine kind of freedom! Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing

tenderpoison
your writing is precise and clean - as you know, you craft poetry with excellence. :)