In response to a Writer's Digest, Poetry Aside, prompt, I wrote this poem in the tradition/format of a "cascade"--new poetry form for me.
Flags flutter across the public square.
A child is held high to see the fireworks fly--
Freedom from tyranny.
But soldiers rule the country and fleeing
is their father-king to the seashore as
flags flutter across the public square.
For thirty years one man ruled
and two generations held their tongues and dreams. Now
a child is held high to see fireworks fly.
Across the globe, countries and people wonder
if it's true that the Soul of Everyman dreams of
Freedom from tyranny.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
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