Poem: Walls

09/12/2013 at 6:31 AM Leave a comment

Walls

 by June Nash

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Blithe, whimsical, I want to be

Wary stoned walls won’t release me

Be free to act, even to dress

An unhindered adventuress

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Free-wheeling thoughts that come to mind

Are tempered with practical binds

Mountain climbs foreshadowed with falls

Tight fitting clothes could breed cat calls

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Need step outside this brick lined cell

Built it myself, now feels like hell

What once was safe and comforting

Now necessitates some aborting

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Original poetry. Copyright 2012, June Nash

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