I pour the expletives censured in speech
Into the vital goblet housed within my breast
And though it spilleth over my parched throat
Croaks out only names and broken poems
Stripping the connections between
My meddlesome synapses
And my more wholesome bones.
Apocalyptic signs shore up my senses,
There is not conceived but despair.
How does one escape the sheets
When the morning has already fled?
I would ride the sun till its zenith
If I could fathom such a fascist heat.
There are cages that both open and close,
Cages that we enter at night
Under the guile of certain shadows.
There are cages in which birds still sing
And cages that in time give way to flight.
I thought I might live my whole life
Small and conspicuous like a fingerprint
Away a destination accessible only in hindsight
The walls around peristaltic and irascible
But forever does not apply to the human condition.
A threshold can be summoned from thin air
And then all it takes is a step or a stumble
To find oneself careening wildly into an alternate frame.
16 thoughts on “Photo Challenge #62, Birds & Cages and Wordle #182”
Perfect reading for me while I sit on the porch in this 2 in the morning darkness, with pounding rain, thunder, and lightning.
That certainly does set the scene!
How clever to put two prompts here!! I enjoyed reading this very much, your second stanza especially….”Small and conspicuous like a fingerprint” wow!
Thank you Oliana for your lovely comment!
Itoo liked “I thought I might live my whole life Small and conspicuous like a fingerprint” Well done!
Thank you so much XD
Good poem, better take a step and find the cage open!
This is so powerful–great.
Thank you Dell XD
I love meddlesome synapse. Great work here.
Thank you Candy XD
As usual, very evocative and powerful images – and I really have to say, I love these lines – so small – almost not noticeable – except they speak volumes – ” I thought I might live my whole life / Small and conspicuous like a fingerprint ”
But curiosity – just because – conspicuous or inconspicuous?
Great job Yves 😀
Thank you so much! I did mean conspicuous because fingerprints are unique and give away our identity, one can stand out like a sore thumb but still have a relatively insignificant place in society
Okay – just double checking 🙂