
Catrin Welz Stein
Ah, how laments rise,
From every country and still
No one’s found her yet …
Searching far and wide,
Under every stone and sky
Where’er could she be …
That long sought wonderous dame?
Sung by minstrels too,
Words oft couched in somber tones
Or in battle hymns!
– People search in vain,
To find that mythical maid
Exalted – sublime
That fair lady Liberty!
(c) G.s.k. ’14
(Inspired by Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie – Photo Challenge)
What a lovely poem, Georgia. I love your morning start here…jsut as I am about to sign off:)
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Thanks dear … I’m about ready to start reading the last two days of posts (well that’ll be impossible I’ve gotten up to quota 411 + the reads from the links I’ve linked on … sigh)but at least I’ll go for yours and Jens for sure.
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I feel so bad meself being so backed up reading
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Ah I’m coming to face with reality … there’s something just not right in the system … i mean I’m here to write, I’ve always read other peoples stuff … I’ve always commented when I could … but this is getting out of hand and I’m having anxiety attacks .. nope … this doesn’t jive somehow.
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I’m afraid I’ve limited to you,Jen and other CP offerings and if I have time for the rest…that’s a bonus…otherwise I will never write…let alone no longer read novels!
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and studying and taking and elaborating photographs .. yep I know what you mean and more or less that’s what I’m going to have to do.
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People search in vain, To find that mythical maid… maybe one day she will spread her wings over the world. One can hope.
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Yes, and sometimes she’s there and we don’t even realize it … but then that’s another sort of freedom, no?
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Lovely Georgia, and I agree where is she? You used some beautiful language in this one.
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Thanks Michael … I’m really glad you enjoyed the take … and who knows, maybe we’ll find her, I think she’s closer than we think
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Liberty is so elusive mainly for what she stands for. Perhaps she might show herself more if she gets the responses that she desires. She vies for freedom but the powers that be are not giving in. Wonderful lines Georgia!
Hank
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Thanks Hank … in the end, I guess the answer lies inside ourselves … a man once wrote that no one can keep anyone inside a prison except himself … but that’s material maybe for another poem.
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I decided to just go with the flow…as you know Dove means Colombe in French and that is my mom’s name…so my muse let me vent.
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Cool … and inspired!
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A really great way to have responded to the photo challenge! I love the flow of your poem – really brings me on the searching journey. 😀
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Thanks so much Pat … that makes me very happy.
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Lovely poem! The search is elusive and one question that pops up, is how do you know when you have found it?
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Perhaps when you don’t have to ask yourself that question?
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