Cracked

My docility seeming fragility
Have been spread too thin
Fear cracking high-altitude skin
Exposing the damage caused by elemental sin;
This is not how it’s supposed to be, friends,
Taking directives from directionless men and other dead ends.
We are free,
free,
free!

©2017, Amaya Engleking

*Victoria’s prompt for dVerse this week is a 44-word quadrille including the word ‘fear’. Come add yours, be not afraid.

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23 comments

  1. Rick · July 14

    “Directionless men and other dead ends…..”wonderful verse which perfectly fits this poem! Thank you for sharing your gift

  2. Paul Dordal · July 14

    Beautiful!

  3. Nickel Boy Graphics · July 14

    Really love the image and the words!

  4. Visionariekind · July 14

    oh yes, love it

  5. Victoria C. Slotto · July 31

    You have fit so many truths into this short Quadrille. The contrast between the two opening lines and the free, free, free at the end is great.

  6. lillian · July 31

    Amen! Free, free, free indeed……..and we are free to turn away and not follow those directioness folk.

  7. Frank Hubeny · July 31

    Nice description of fear cracking the skin in high altitudes.

  8. kanzensakura · July 31

    Free indeed. I hope we do proclaim our freedom and do not follow those heartless folk…

  9. Linda Kruschke · July 31

    We are free, indeed, to love and be loved, to reject fear and embrace courage. Wonderful take on the prompt today.

  10. Sascha Darlington · July 31

    I love the sound of this, the words just vibrate with energy.

  11. Waltermarks · July 31

    All us men are directionless, that’s why we never read the manuals, lol

  12. alisonhankinson · July 31

    very deep and profound

  13. jillys2016 · July 31

    Outstanding!

  14. Beverly Crawford · July 31

    Directionless men and dead ends … we are certainly getting our share of that! Well said.

  15. whimsygizmo · July 31

    Whew. This is such a strong, fine line:
    “Fear cracking high-altitude skin”

  16. Janice · July 31

    I like the sense of resistance in this.

  17. maria · July 31

    This felt like a chant and I’m marching!

  18. Victoria Young · July 31

    there’s only so much docility and fragility we can spread over the cracker that directionless men demand. We are free!

  19. paul scribbles · August 1

    I hear your call sister and yet what I see all about me is the opposite. We, the collective whole, are not free at all but don’t see it. Perhaps once we admit how enslaved we are, we can begin that long march. The good news is that us canaries are starting to sing more and more. Chirp chirp x

  20. revivedwriter · August 1

    Indeed, this is not how it is supposed to be. If only we could live free from fear!

  21. sreeja Harikrishnan · August 1

    The image and the lines are so wonderfully woven together…great!

  22. jerennazuto · August 2

    Wow! The best one I read so far. The rhyme and rhythm and the concept, everything is spot on and delightful! Great work!

  23. godtisx · 6 Days Ago

    Hmmm. Food for thought!

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