Impatience, perhaps
at being fenced in -
or joy at its opposite.
Let's call it rapture
or bliss
or euphoria -
or One Stop putting her up to this.
This my respons to One Stop Poetry's prompt.
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6 comments:
Some people like being fenced in because they are frightened of the world outside. Some people also like to hide behind a mask hoping no one will recognize them :-).
I can't see the fence behind those skipping pink shoes and the lime balloon euphoric- almost Ogden Nash
Windsmoke
Both very true.
Isabel
I agree. VERY Ogden Nash!
A lead balloon floating euphoria:)
Nice
Beautifully put!
poetic vacuum
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