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With a slow sinuous twist,
the iron slid tight…
My eyes were open but could not see,
hands shaking from the effort…
will it help? you asked…
To the blackness flew my sounds
with a tremble as my only answer…
I stepped in…
like a somnambulist
feeling nothing
seeing nothing
until the water covered me…
letting go and being filled..
a friendly invasion
tracing icy fingers up and down my body….
loosening my bonds
and giving back that which I had not earned.
Indebted in this opaque prison….
supported and helpless
enslaved in trickery..
but free…
finally free…
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David L. Whitman 04/26/2012 from under a sky so blue…
free, finally free….yes! 🙂
Yes!!!! Now if this headache will go away for real:))) lol
Hope your head feels better… and.. again wonderful poetry David
all the curtains drawn and the lights off is helping:) Thank you, Cindy
I get a lot of sinus headaches living here in the Ohio Valley of Kentucky. The air pressure is constantly changing. I use over the counter sinus med from Dollar General,at times it does not work and I suffer. I truly feel bad for you.
Thank you…ugh…sinuses can be horrible…this one is almost gone now
Sorry about the pain, but I really like the free flow of this poem. “Giving back that which I had not earned” is a beautiful line, as is the photo and your water imagery, as always! ~ Lily
Well at least the pain gave some inspiration…thank you…I’m so glad you like it…
Oh pain is wonderful for inspiration. Well at least it is good for something. Actually–two things, contrast being the other. : ) ~ Lily
:). Definitely! Pain really helps us recognize the rainbows when they come
Word wow to the words . .
Excellent!
:)) I’m so glad you liked it, Mari
Ahhh… sinus pain ~ sweet inspiration for another wonderful poem:) It’s another pain I know well. What a great job you did here… loved it!
Inspiration can come in the strangest forms…How are you, Robyn??
This is true:) Thanks, doing ok after my 2 day adventure. Hopefully will get some benefit over the next few days. Looking forward!
Benefit!! Absolutely I pray you will
It sound like you were drowning there for a minute. Glad you got free. I felt the rush in your prose.
You’re right, and honestly, I don’t know why I keep going back to the drowning theme