During this pandemic lockdown in which we all are bound, it is all too easy to surrender to despair. But, always, there are pathways to freedom we can find if we look hard enough. Here are a few of mine, in haiku form—
physically bound,
but metaphysically
I wander freely
on wings of sweet song,
I rise above the earthbound
shackles of my life
my literary
scribblings whisk me to a world
that I alone know
phantasmical dreams—
delights from which I awake
most reluctantly
omnipresent, too,
the love, which for sixty years
has sustained my soul
physically bound,
yes; metaphysically,
I am ever free
tallandtruetales 
On second thoughts that Tequila sounds like a better idea 🤣😂🤣
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Again, your sentiments are worthy!
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Seeds to green
Green to seeds
Killing the virus, mentally
How did I do?
Yours were great 😀👍
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Your sentiments are right on! Thanks for commenting.
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Too deep for me, just have a tequila
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drinking tequila
will blot out the pain, for sure—-
until next morning
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