Freedom Ringing

Not like a thunderstorm
Is the sound of freedom ringing,
But as quiet and as original
As blood flowing through veins
To and from hearts.

But just like a thunderstorm
Is the sight of freedom ringing,
Flickering and waking a dark world,
Saturated with renewing rains,
A whole of many parts.

Copyright © 2014 Shainbird. All rights reserved.

Note: In memory of Martin Luther King Jr. Thanks to Jeff, who led me to a great link where I spent the day listening to King’s humanity, brilliance and eloquence.

About Shainbird

"A lonely craftsman putting one word after another."
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5 Responses to Freedom Ringing

  1. Mikels Skele says:

    I was instantly reminded of Dylan’s “Chimes of Freedom,” as if your lovely poem were part of a dialogue inspired by it. Did I miss my mark?

  2. Jeff Nguyen says:

    Beautiful poem and tribute to Dr. King, Shainbird. Thank you kindly for the mention. Dr. King’s speech at Riverside Church is sadly more relevant today than ever.

  3. kiwiskan says:

    love this…a great tribute to a great man

  4. Bastet says:

    Wonderfully done.

  5. Robin says:

    Both stanzas are powerful. I love the comparison of the sound and sight of freedom using the thunderstorm.

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