Melissa from Mom With a Blog is our dVerse host right now. She is immersing us in Johnny Cash’s Folsom Prison Blues, trusting it will inspire our muse. Here’s my melancholy effort. Please don’t counsel me, I’m trying to sit within the skin of another!
He came to spring captives free
That young rabbi from Galilee
But maybe I prefer these bars
Within them, I can nurse old scars
Yet still peer up to the stars.
Somewhere, a train whistle moans
Its echo vibrates through my bones
Mournful, ‘cos though freedom is its way
Safe routines keep us prisoners at bay
So it passes by, while we choose to stay.
(c) Dennis Ryle, January, 2026
Wondering Pilgrim 
The comfortable chains we know!
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Indeed!
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Sometimes being a imprisoned is a choice of comfort.
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We can make our cells quite luxurious. Who would want to leave?
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Trapped in “safe routines,” is an easy way to live. I think being wild, adventurous, free (in the truest sense) is much harder for many people.
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Indeed it is – but oh the taste of freedom when one cuts loose!
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Sadly true Dennis. Reminded me of that scene in The Life of Brian, where Erice Idle’s character is healed and he complains, asking “now what am going to do?”
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Ah yes, the healing at the pool certainly raises that question – The Life of Brian surely confronts us with a mirror!
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Yes indeed.
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