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Cages, by Kim Ulloa
A silver cage to hold my sorrow, a tarnished one holds my heart,
a small one holds the trust I have, with hinges falling apart;
The rusted ones hold my sadness, another holds my pain,
there’s one without a handle-this one drives me insane;
A shiny one holds my hope, an empty one is locked without a key,
The one hanging in the corner holds the love that no one will ever see.
This is a delightfully deep wise poem ..... brava.
ReplyDeleteI love your response to this image - love the rhyme and the feelings it expresses. So well done.
ReplyDeleteYou have captured sadness and given it a life with a past, present and future in this Edgar-worthy verse -- well done. You must keep writing.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed the many aspects of emotions held in the different cages.
ReplyDeleteSeems we have so many cages. Nice work!
ReplyDeleteYour poem touched me.
ReplyDeleteEspecially the last sentence.
Excellent writing, Kim. All leading up to that last line.
ReplyDeletea shining silver cage with love inside will protect you with hope. Mind-blogging imagery.
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