THE GLASS MENAGERIEA Poem by kublakhan2701 23 05
I'm helping myself to your voice from my pen
like the paper you nurture and scribble you mend when there's something to say and yet no way to talk leaving you to draw keys to a mouth that's a lock I tuned into you like the end of a song I was hooked for the price of a second upon the reflection of you in observance of me and whether you happen to see what I see I've been to the zoo you've compiled and petted the creatures anointed for zoohood and yet it unnerves me to witness you own self-containment long after you've offered me your entertainment Like Emily Dickenson you're under wraps Will an effort pry open a window perhaps? I've asked many questions and kept many more to myself, dare I ask you to open the door? Eccentric you are yet it's all in your room where the art and the animals dutifully loom in the peace of your aura where none would assume I'm at war with the muted defence of your womb © 2012 kublakhan27Author's Note
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StatsAuthorkublakhan27Nova Scotia, CanadaAboutMy first book is out! Any comments that anyone may have to offer regarding my work would be deeply appreciated, as I'm yet to get a review. www.amazon.com/Waltz-Around-Swirls-Steven-Fortune/dp.. more..Writing
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