Locked Inside, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Cabin of the Customs Watch, Claude Monet (1882)

Cabin of the Customs Watch, Claude Monet (1882)

Locked Inside

Magical vastness of open blue sky,
Endless waves roaring in the azure sea,
Bring me to question and to wonder why,
How is it they are absolutely free?

Colorless whistling wind goes where it may,
Curling and swirling its uncharted route,
Assisting some winged creatures on their way,
As a boxcar would for a roustabout.

Ubiquitous blackness is a canvas,
Glowing rocketing comets passing by,
Their erratic paths seemingly ceaseless,
Majestic freedom brings tears to the eye.

Seeing signs of great freedom everywhere,
Why is it these many chains I must wear?

 

2 thoughts on “Locked Inside, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

  1. Isha Garg

    So, so well written, Robert. Your poems remind me of the greats, the classical masters of verse. What a rare quality to have. The poetry here is exquisite! The closing lines are simply heart-rending!

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