Complexity of Freedom

Freedom is four hundred and fifty square feet of moveable tin, wheeling down the highway, destination unknown.  It is long walks through exotic forests, where focus lasts only as long as it takes to capture an image.  It is the privilege of sleeping and waking according to whim, routine an estranged concept.  It is the breeding ground for creativity – passion unleashed – and it is tainted by the hue of loneliness, the stark awareness that ties are strained, and those left behind feel abandoned.

Freedom’s highway calls –
hearts follow, passions flow, flee
guilt’s far-reaching pull.

(Written for DVerse’s Halibun Monday:  Complexity of Freedom prompt.)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

22 thoughts on “Complexity of Freedom”

      1. Travels beset with AC and refrigerator “personality fits” … otherwise enjoying shaded park in Arkansas next to Coleman Crystal Mine – Gary doing lots of digging – Labrador and I doing lots of lazing.

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  1. I often dream of a long road trip then feel the pull of those I would leave behind. Your haibun captures that conflict well.

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  2. It’s all flipsides, isn’t it? It’s good to be alone, it’s hard to be lonely. It’s good to be free, it’s hard to be without our network. You give us the good and the darker side so well.

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    1. Thanks, Jo. My husband and I just returned from six months on the road, and this has been very much on my mind. When are we ever truly free? Appreciate the comment.


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