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Freedom

by Max Bouillet

Freedom is the steam
from a whistling teapot
that has scalded
the hands of a few
and misted
the eyes of many.

07/14/2003

Posted on 07/15/2003
Copyright © 2024 Max Bouillet

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Maryellen Lebeda-Parra on 07/15/03 at 03:16 AM

this is amazing ... i have been having my own private issues with freedom lately ... my relation to it ... each individuals perspective and definition of freedom, and what freedoms are appropriate and the like ... this kind of gave me more insight into my issue

Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 07/17/03 at 06:00 PM

I love the comparison at the end. You should write a book of your "dictionary"!

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 07/25/03 at 09:38 PM

Right on! Write on! Succinct and pointed!

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 07/29/03 at 03:15 PM

Congratulations on Top Ten!

Posted by JD Clay on 07/30/03 at 01:01 PM

A thought provoking analogous, Max. I like that in a poem. Peace...

Posted by David R Spellman on 10/02/03 at 01:23 PM

With each read of these definitions I am awed by your insightfulness and clever use of metaphor and analogy to describe often intangible things. This is certainly no exception.

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