Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

POEM: King of Infinite Space

Posted on June 30, 2020 by B Gourley

I have room to breath —

my ribs can’t catch the edge

of this expanding universe,

and, so, I suppose the cage is irrelevant.

I can reach an arm as far as my shoulder allows —

as long as my hand slips through the slats.

With eyes shut, and cage in sway,

I’ve no reason to feel I’m in any particular place.

6 thoughts on “POEM: King of Infinite Space”

d.a.simpsonwriter on June 30, 2020 at 11:19 pm said:

Wonderful

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- B Gourley on July 1, 2020 at 9:50 am said:
  
  thanks
  
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  - d.a.simpsonwriter on July 1, 2020 at 7:27 pm said:
    
    You’re welcome
    
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Silk Cords on July 1, 2020 at 5:40 am said:

A good lesson about attitude there. 🙂

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- B Gourley on July 1, 2020 at 9:50 am said:
  
  Thank you
  
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Gernus Oosthuizen on July 1, 2020 at 6:56 pm said:

Powerful imagery. I imagine this as the conclusive drifting philosophy of a character entangled in an epic yet to move into its next chapter… caught in the hopeful conclusions of an impasse of the soul.

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