breaking the cage

something so live
cannot stay still
or pace in prescribed patterns

though it is almost
civilized into submission
I remember wildness
roaring or purring
through my blood

wisdom that dream-talks
and says I am made to hunt
to gather together and share
the fruit of my roaming

not spend my days like pennies
counted up and saved

but those pennies rolled
and spinning on the floor
the counting table tossed over
and the door
on broken hinges

left open

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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8 Responses to breaking the cage

  1. Pawan Hira says:

    You tried to fly in the blue sky, and I loved the way your wrote this. It is beautiful. Blessings, dear.

  2. Ian Moone says:

    Really diggin it

  3. nelle says:

    Spirit, free. Soar. And say hello to JLS if you encounter him in the skies.

  4. Understood beyond explanation [to me].

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