Author: Tasha Marie
Image: Girl in A Jar (here)
10 of 12 given Wordle Words:
grief bruises lifted depths murmurings
wants edge field skin crevice
Good grief!
space no bruises to the ego
but one needs space
to muster efforts and gumption
and to be lifted out
from depths of the jar
murmurings of wants
putting one on edge
thinking of the field of vision
off the skin limiting the freedom
absence of crevices to sneak out
put paid to the initiative
but there is a need to react positively
no matter what!
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Yes, I do hope someone rescues her. Nice to read you, Hank. I dont get around the blogosphere as I once did....slowing down......
ReplyDeleteSame here Sherry. Keeping pace just as much though knowing we are among friends. It has been so for all the years. That keeps one going. Thanks Ma'am!
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Someone need to open the lid.
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday Hank. Thanks for dropping by my blog
Much❤love
"space no bruises to the ego
ReplyDeletebut one needs space" indeed we do!!
No kidding. That's what this image reminded me of --- it's a metaphor for any kind of entrapment. To cope, you would certainly have to reform your thinking, convincing yourself of a positive outcome and some benefit. The mind is a powerful thing.
ReplyDeleteThe needs are insistent, but the positivity seems the answer to them all. Love how the tone of the poem complements the photo so nicely.
ReplyDeleteSpace to breathe, i feel for her someone set her free, before her light extinguishes.
ReplyDeleteHow are you my dear friend?.
Holy shamoley, Hank, you knocked this out of the prompt! This is simply fantastic.
ReplyDelete~David
No matter how dire the situation seems, thinking positively is a must. She'll find a way.
ReplyDeleteFrom Helen ~~ enjoyed this, Hank! Reminds me of an old song from my youth … ‘Don’t Fence Me In’ my sisters and I loved to sing.
ReplyDeleteI love how you took the image and pointed out some wonderful truths! This is beautiful Hank!
ReplyDeleteI love the opening paragraph, it is indeed a riddle in that she needs space and yet where she is she has no space. Great thought-provoking poem, Hank :-)
ReplyDeleteThe "no crevices to slip out of" gave me instant claustrophobia.
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