Marbles are Free
Marbles are Free
The jar is full of little spheres
They are all glass and very old
Marbles from the past and one day
I will set them free in a river or
Perhaps the Pacific Ocean
I own the marbles
They are free to just be
Some are single hued
But most are multiple colors
Unique down to the last chip
They have no God no allegiance
There is a lid but only to protect them
They were born when I came to this world
They will outlive me and they are glass
I always believed glass was fragile
That I was invulnerable and now
The marbles though chipped
Were always free in the jar
I was always on my own
So while I have my marbles
I’ll be satisfied and clear
Always wanting more
Stumble It!
Excellent!
I liked the picture but what I also liked is that the text below also looks like a Jar shaped
Great One!!
Words to make you ponder. And a perfect photo to accompany them.
Funny… I always thought of THEM as trapped in their form forever while I’m free to change ^^…
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beautiful photo
Beautiful, I like marbles they are unique and fragile yet can last hundreds of years…wow. I like that you protect them and have thought about placing them into a new environment.