Other side
Not sure how I got here
Guards, guards, guards, everywhere
I trusted--now these bars
Not a prison but what
For my safety they say
I just wanted to climb
Climb up that tall giant
Sixteen story challenge
Not the climb their worry
But getting back down, whew
Didn't tell them, I won't
Lifelong intent--I'd fly
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Shay, a.k.a. Fireblossom, for the inspirational picture prompt at the Sunday Muse #160, http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/05/sunday-muse-160.html?m=1
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Or we could sneak you a parachute .... I think you may be stuck inside the prison of your own creation.
ReplyDeleteWell, I hope you find your wings.
ReplyDeleteWhen I read this I feel it is a glimpse of a much bigger story. I enjoyed reading and wondering about the rest of the story.
ReplyDeleteDidn't tell them, I won't
ReplyDeleteLifelong intent--I'd fly
A classic humour of you showing again Dr Jim! Great!
Hank
Leave 'em gawking on the ground!
ReplyDeleteAah! Caged by a virus! No need of guards for that :D I liked the sense of pure humour in your poem, Jim :)
ReplyDeleteOh, this unnerves me. There's something about the rhythm and words that makes it feel like something that maybe shouldn't have been overheard. Intriguing.
ReplyDeleteFly with the wind, I say! Hope your weekend has been good Jim!
ReplyDeleteLOL! I say go for it!
ReplyDeleteChance the flight, Jim!
ReplyDeleteCatch a ride on a passing cloud, Jim! Fly with the eagles!
ReplyDeleteHumans are quite adventurous; however I haven't made up my mind yet whether that is good or bad!
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