Written in February 1983.
I am trapped
within this cage.
I can’t see or feel
the cage, but
I sense its presence.
Is it me?
Is it my peers?
Is it life?
Why can’t I fly?
I want to be free!
But how can one escape
from something unseen,
and untouchable?
How can one be free
from a nothingness?
I am truly trapped
within this cage.
I received a box of Leadership window cards this week. There are 30 in a pack and you are supposed to open one each day. The first one I opened said “Turn toward the fear.” That phrase inspired today’s haiku. Turn toward the fear Face it with courage and grace Remove fear’s power Originally posted…
Written in 1983, this poem was en experiment in a syllable structured poetry. Each section follows a 4-6-2 pattern. In addition, this poem is related to a short story I wrote for a class. I no longer have it as my teacher lost it. Too bad … I really liked that story. There was a…
This month’s work of art is a real throw back — to the times of the cave dwellers. Hyeana mother Guards her young pup from harm’s way Don’t cross this Momma! Originally posted on 52 Haiku
I just found this as I was cleaning out my hard drive. I wrote it April 8, 2010. Enjoy!
Written in 1985. I’m in a box. I’ve been here a long time. There’s no way out. All eight corners are the same. All six sides have been scrutinized. I stare in hopes that I might see something new. Maybe there are pores with minute creatures living inside. If I look long enough maybe I…
Written Feb. 7, 1983. I stay inside the dark and weary castle keep. It is lonely. I know loneliness. She is my friend. Outside is cold. There are many vicious things out there. The many pronged whip that beats on you until you’re a bloody pulp. The razor that slices souls. The knife that creeps…