Lives put in baskets to keep them together
Irritation as a lifestyle
Criticism and flights of fancy
Bridge looks half in rain, half in sun
This shallow breathing shall not endure
Nor is its purpose clear
How to hollow out the ages
Written in the tree trunk
Canoe in the human soup
Trying to leave the island
Fear is in the hollow
And below the surface
Always ask questions
If you’re afraid of giving answers
Strong wind, taught sails
Disguise the bailing
Cat in a bag
Playing with confinement
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Hi my Angel! I actually know someone who does this, the only person like this I've ever met in my life. It is an astounding pattern, really. Great to hear from you. Hope you are enjoying the poems?
Hi Gama! Thanks for visiting. I'm afraid none of us are getting any younger! This was not one of my most accessable poems, I hope you didn't find it too cryptic.
Cat in a bag
Playing with confinement
that is me...and sometimes i lie still and holdmy breath.
Hi my Angel! Glad you're enjoying the poems! The person who uses that question pattern is an old, clever woman. Glad you found all this interesting. I'll be looking for your new blog.
Hi Gulnaz! I think we are all "cat in the bag," really, that's why I ended the poem with that couplet. Many people are not aware of this and, once it is understood, then we can begin to figure out what we can do to make our lives better! I hope you had a great break and am looking forward to reading your wonderful poetry.
I suppose being in a bag with a cat would be worse.
Especially if the cat was scared, Sue!
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