This poem was published (many years ago) in the college “Campus Arts” magazine and judged as the Overall Best Entry by the Faculty Editorial Board.
In the center of being
lies a tiny sphere
with blackness as walls
with dullness as floors.
Moving about within
is one restless
who seeks a way of return.
Forced to eat
tasteless bread
washed down by
dusty waters
he cries across the span.
Will home never be again?
Will time build an endless bridge?
Other ears hear the anguished cry
but refuse to bend to help,
like ice untouched by air
refuses to melt.
His prisoner trapped by shrinking chains,
he sets his teeth to see
the glimmering tinsel, silver and gold,
touch the swelling flesh
hold the winging bird.
Years of days swiftly passed
may bring a raging flame
may rise a morning star.
Who will set the captive free?
Chasing the Muses 
September 28, 2016 at 6:05 pm
Sorry Nan. This is good but I can not like it. It scares me. It brought me back to me as a child. Maybe because other things did today. Either way I need to take a break, this is way too close…. YOu know what.. I will click like just because of that. IF others can see that pain, that moment that describe, maybe they will understand. Sadden hugs
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September 28, 2016 at 7:04 pm
I’m sorry the poem affected you negatively, but individual interpretation is a part of creative writing — especially poetry. Actually, that it creates any kind of reaction is very gratifying to me so no apology is necessary. Wishing you a better tomorrow.
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September 28, 2016 at 8:07 pm
Nan, you are most talented. I’m glad you’re sharing that with us. 🙂
Btw, I am subbed to your blog, but I wonder why it’s asking me to put my name and email address in the boxes below before I can comment. Is it asking for my user name? I guess we shall see.
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September 28, 2016 at 8:41 pm
I’m puzzled as well. It MIGHT have something to do with the security plugin I’m using. I’ll investigate more tomorrow.
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September 28, 2016 at 8:43 pm
BTW, thank you for the kind words. ☺️
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October 5, 2016 at 8:45 am
This is a lovely poem Nan. Reading it, it made me think of the devil. And in the context of the poem sort of like this evil that lies within us trapped inside, but might be unleashed given the proper setting. The end of the poem:
“may bring a raging flame
may rise a morning star.”
I thought of the fires of hell and morning star being a reference to Lucifer. Perhaps I am wrong, but that’s the imagery it invoked. And this darkness inside I think becomes more dangerous the more we keep it captive, and when it is ignored.
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October 5, 2016 at 9:43 am
As we all do when creating, I had something particular in mind … but you’re pretty close in your interpretation. I might add … I was a Christian when I wrote it.
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