Not so long ago
I was cold inside
Freaky ride
but free
And then there you were
The crime of perfect
enacted
gave space
Emboldened I sought
A deeper thought and
joyfully
began
Under glass I wait
suffocated by
the fear of
the net
I don't remember
What I did before
Now I'm still
and stiff
My wings have been touched
the sky hides away
I fall down
Cement
I wish I'd not known
The simple dreaming
because now
I'm gone
Thursday, June 18, 2009
The net inside
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Very nice!!!
Thanks Anita! This is the blog where Cassandra and I dump off all of our musings! Feel free to check out our "writerly" blogs.
I attended the Wesleyan writers conference last week and wanted to try a syllabic poem.... fun!
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