Friday, October 15, 2010

55-The Cage


Fidgeting between
Discordant tones
Lashing me             
With expectations
To be something
And I envy the space
For its inexistence
And I push a thumb
Into my ear
I can’t hear
But that doesn’t make me deaf


I peel the pictures
Off my memory
Incinerated
Before me
Light light
Flying
Within the bars of the cage

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15 comments:

  1. I picture the Raven by Poe in this 55. But yet, a caged in soul. It's super.

    My 55 is a double whammy this week, two for the price of one. Of course, as always, you need to scroll down below my Friday's Show n Tell.

    The link is HERE I'd love to have you stop by for a visit.

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  2. the second stanza def ratchets up the tension///incinerating memories and watching whats left float free...great imagery. nice 55 maha.

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  3. Wow -- these are awesome words, Your Reverie. Peeling the pictures off your mind, I really love that line, as lashing you with expectations.

    And your background street sign snow picture rocks in himeval beauty!!

    Nice to meet you via G-Man!

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  4. Wow. Such strong imagery. Excellent 55.

    My 55 is here

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  5. ..I envy the space
    For its inexistence...that's just "wow"

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  6. I loved the feeling of being trapped in this one. It's something a lot of people can relate to. :)

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  7. Your images really pack a wallop. Nice 55.

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  8. Another masterpiece Maha..
    Thank You so much for Visiting us once again.
    Most Excellent 55 My Dear..
    Thank you for playing and have a Kick Ass Week-End...G

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  9. This is a wonderful poem...
    Loved it... :)

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  10. Strong powerful -- lots of emotion and passion running through this poem. Enjoyed it immensely.

    Nicely crafted 55er,

    cheers,
    joanny
    http://thedowsersdaughter.blogspot.com/

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