I share this Rondeau on dVerse and 100WCGU where the phrase is:
…what does it taste like….
what does it taste like when you’re free?
like wind you swallow from the sea
and up above in endless sky
I see an eagle’s watchful eye
the shackles loosen, hear my plea
like sweetness of the blooming tree
and nectar I could share with thee
please let me come, I want to fly
what does it taste…?
I’m earthbound now and hear your glee
I beg you please and bend my knee
if nothing else please let me die
and I can soar the skies so high
then from the prison I can flee
what does it taste …?
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February 19, 2013
Björn Rudbergs writings 
i have always wanted to fly like a bird…to float on the invisible and just be…so i feel you man…and wish i could taste that kind of freedom…almost taste it…smiles.
Free as a bird they say, but sometimes I wonder how free the birds see themselves, but it’s a powerful image.
Freedom tastes like the ocean when it knocks me down under the surf and forces it’s way past my tonsils.
Where is this picture from? It looks like the Rose granite coast of Brittany on the English Channel. Pink volcanic
That is a forcefull freedom. It’s taken on the west coast of Sweden. The pink is ice-polished granite. Cliffs smooth as silk…
Perhaps the pink carved granite of Brittany was carved during an ice age when glaciers extended further south. I’ve wondered how it got carved out so smooth. Good information.
Oh, you have written this in beautiful form! I love the flow of the poem, and the profound question…what does it taste? Very original!
Thank you, the form is a favourite of mine, and probably one of those that “sings” the most. The hardest part is to find decent rhymes (it contains 8 words rhyming with each other)…
You had me at “wind you swallow from the sea “
Thank you, yes that is freedom.
I really enjoyed this. It’s a poem that should be read out loud, lovely cadence.
Thank you, keeping to a form strictly makes it easy, and the rondeu is a fantastic form.
That first stanza is a winner, Bjorn. And I like much the concept of wondering about the taste of freedom. Lovely write!
Thank you Jackie, and I think that the taste could taste different depending on who you are.
Really god use of the prompt.
Thank you, but perhaps not much of a story really. But I liked the phrase.
Freedom is such an important part of our lives !!!
Indeed it is.
Fantastic!
Thank you 🙂
There’s a sweeping quality from the start that sets the mood so effectively and underscores your message.
Thank you Tess, rondeu is such a nice form, but challenging because you need so many rhymes. Apparently it’s easier in french.
the confines of the human body, birds are magical and mystical..thank you for this journey of flight.
My pleasure Tracy
There is no sense that the confines of the rondeau form have restricted your freedom to express yourself in this fine poem. And yes, eight strong, full rhymes are hard to find – especially when you’re not writing in your first language.
Thank you Tony, it is a wonderful form to write in, I understand that since it comes from french, it is a lot easier to find rhymes there. Swedish would be even harder to find multuple rhymes.
Oh, so very beautiful, Bjorn!
Thank you 🙂
I’d like to know that taste too…
I think it taste different for different people. A sea man might think the taste of sea is his prison, and the smell of soil is his freedom.
smiles…freedom def. has a taste…maybe always depending on the person that experiences it..nice
Exactly.. All feelings have a taste I think
Wonderful how you open and close with the question of taste and what a perfect consideration of freedom.
Thank you so much 🙂
I love the idea of the taste of freedom.
perhaps a shared freedom if he is bending his knee
the taste of the sea feels like freedom
Very sensitive plea for “a taste” of freedom. Nicely done.