Long time, no poem and no Pic and a Word challenge. Recently my blogging activity has picked up and here I am saying hi to Patrick Jennings and his challenge again after almost exactly a year. He called freed as this week’s theme, probably because he has just bought his first motorcycle.
Freed What if our life is like ten minutes in the life of the baby gecko which I caught where it shouldn’t be roaming, in the corner of our bathroom? Our life is a trap and the atmosphere is the glass over us. The glass may be chipped, scratched, murky or fancy Venetian. It may be crystal for some. It may turn out to be plastic. It is observed how helplessly we look around, trying to make sense of things. Probably photos are taken. Some of us are examined by sadists, prodded, studied what happens when we break. When our function is fulfilled, the lucky ones are released on a nearby leaf. Freed. It merely feels like dying.
This time I have physical evidence. The photo shoot really didn’t last longer than ten minutes.
In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #272: Freed
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