The time of rights is ripe and full
The time of dreams is past
Liberty will take its hold
And death will follow right behind
Minds and voices
Can never be the same
But they spark and ignite
In the same place
And from the same hand.
Please tell me what you think
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Hi, Colin.
This is, for me, a gem of brevity and concentration, like a laser. The two "times" you image here - of rights and of dreams - work nicely: the growing impulses for freedom around the world, and the casting off of wishful thinking, or even sleep's dreaming.
Seems lately your voice, still the same, has taken on a much more pointed style - focused and sharp, but still poetic. That's no easy trick, and I enjoy how you mastered it here.
The last three lines are simply brilliant: they imply fire touched off by the growing universal demand for human "rights." Very strong. And you managed to hint at all that with spare images.
The irony of the title, too, is rich, as the poem itself really means "Liberty And Death" - the terrible price of freedom.
Elegant!
Lad -
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Thanks Lad, I was sort of trying to make this poem about the fight between England and American for America's freedom, and how we still dont appreciate what our ancestors had too do. This one I rather liked as well.
Thanks Lad,
Your friend,
-Colin Night
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