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:
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.
the second stanza def ratchets up the tension///incinerating memories and watching whats left float free...great imagery. nice 55 maha.
wow, this was fantastic.
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!
Interesting 55, Maha.
Wow. Such strong imagery. Excellent 55.
My 55 is here
Somehow it resonates with me..
extraction
..I envy the space
For its inexistence...that's just "wow"
I loved the feeling of being trapped in this one. It's something a lot of people can relate to. :)
Your images really pack a wallop. Nice 55.
a-mazing.
xo
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
This is a wonderful poem...
Loved it... :)
I feel you.
Strong powerful -- lots of emotion and passion running through this poem. Enjoyed it immensely.
Nicely crafted 55er,
cheers,
joanny
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