Tuesday 12 March 2013

Caged


Whirlwind of muse,
empty mind of words,
they laughed without love;
I am closed in,
in caged time.
Meanings fly high and love
stood far from words,
and died all muse.
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7 comments:

  1. Brian Miller12 March 2013 at 23:05

    interesting...rather surreal in the imagery but the feeling comes across really well in this...esp in love standing far off....and dying...

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  2. Susie Clevenger12 March 2013 at 23:32

    Painful write...there are times I feel caged, but I don't stay locked up long...Nice Work!

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  3. Amrit Sinha12 March 2013 at 23:37

    Deep and intriguing !!!

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  4. Anonymous13 March 2013 at 01:05

    Poignant piece.

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  5. Margaret13 March 2013 at 21:18

    A muse is meant to be free so we can dream..."love stood far from words" "laughed without love"... caged indeed.

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  6. Anonymous14 March 2013 at 04:57

    This feels so stark and lonely. Your words are sad.

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  7. Susan14 March 2013 at 23:20

    Don't you hate that? Muses are supposed to help, not empty us with whirlwinds and laugh and not love, caging us, leaving us . . . They'll be back wanting your undivided attention--like unruly children--but you may have found new ones where you least expect.

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