Lost.
I flew the skies
from towns to fields
then Adonis clipped
my winging range.
He caught me with
deceiving nets
and shut me up
in his household cage.
He mocks that stressed
I do not sing
for he counts as naught
my lost liberty.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Good write Fay.
Thank you loads Orchi.
not only excellent, but more cleverer than clever word play ma'am ...........x
And you are ever more than most generous in your welcome comments for which I send thanks galore my friend............x
... ' but not - defiantly!
my lost sense of self'...
(many caged, literally or by influence of restrictive barbaric mindset's (Sappho),
who refused to succumb
and instead
chose to poetically demonstrate
that the Caging of flesh, is nothing
compared
to the caging of our minds...)
a wonderful poem, dear Fay
oceans deep, in poetic brevity
How interesting your take on the read of Lost and the differing reasons for struggles when caged
- - thanking you masses L.B.
May that freedom be found soon and these wonderful words show the freedom in your heart.
Andy
Yes a heart that feels caged is a sad place to be - thank you Andy for your warm wishes of comfort for all those sadly suffering in that situation.
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