Bound

Posted on April 22, 2012 by whimsygizmo

Her hands are tied

by tiny strings

daily doings,

heavy things.

.

When while gives her

room to roam

she frees her fingers,

breathes in poems.

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8 Responses to Bound

  2. brian miller says:
    April 22, 2012 at 5:01 pm

    best way to spend any free time you get…plenty to take us away from any kind of living or writing…

    Reply
  3. Hannah Gosselin says:
    April 22, 2012 at 6:33 pm

    she frees her fingers,

    breathes in poems.

    perfection, such a light sweet rhyme throughout, De!

    Reply
  4. Shawna says:
    April 22, 2012 at 7:36 pm

    LOVE and deep passionate kisses for this poem, especially the beginning: “Her hands are tied by tiny strings”

    Reply
  5. ManicDdaily says:
    April 22, 2012 at 8:52 pm

    “When while gives her room to roam” – so lovely. K.

    Reply
  6. vivinfrance says:
    April 22, 2012 at 11:38 pm

    An adorable poem: brief, but saying much.

    Reply
  7. Sarav says:
    April 23, 2012 at 9:17 am

    I love the ending–breathes in poems

    Reply

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