Thursday, November 16, 2006

caged.
like a tiger
in a zoo.
waiting
impatiently.
waiting
to escape.

wisdom
of the ancestors
lost.
buried
'neath the dust.

tiger.
pride
infected.
courage
decapacitated.
spirit
killed.

a longing.
a home forgotten.
wisdom of
ancestors
in their riddle.

"How would you capture a wild animal without killing it's spirit?"
"By being the Earth."

I'm coming.
I'm coming
home.

6 comments:

Ree said...

love bites. hard.

and your poem...how do u do it everytime? EVERYTIME????!!!!

Effervescence said...

Confinement... and freedom. But then one cannot truly be appreciated without experiencing the other. However, your expression is neither confined, nor free. It's... illusive, evasive... Beautiful!

Ree said...

leave me speechless

Sita said...

sigh. i'm bored.
come up with more vague, arbit, absolutely random stuff no? it's fun talking about it.. :p

Me Thinks.. said...

Sexy is the word! tamed tiger, huh?

Anu said...

into the wild
rush
a mind in a flux
comfort of luxury
will be missed
are u ready for that????