well this is prison—
here I am both prisoner
and warden at once
when the mouth is open the soul gets some yard time
when closed it is in solitary, a beautiful confinement.
poem 298/365:2014
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3 responses to “poem 298/365:2014”
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Sometimes one stumbles over a single image which makes time stop in it’s tracks.
The words, “in solitary, a beautiful confinement” is such an occasion.
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Sometimes one stumbles across an image which causes time to stop in it’s tracks.
The words, “in solitary, a beautiful confinement” is such a occasion.
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thank you for the sharing and visitation
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