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.
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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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Mmmmmmm…. welcome back! You were missed.
And this is a lovely return, too. Happy you found a more appropriate home for the temporarily incarcerated gecko. 🙂
Yes. Its good to be freed. ❤
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Thank you, Patrick! 🙂 I don’t mind them but prefer them on the outside. Happy freeing!
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<chuckle>
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Count me among the sadists, as I gaze upon the trapped gecko. I like your poem and the way you ask a question to help us change perspective. I think getting a motorcycle is an excellent time to think of freedom.
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No no no no, Crystal. I make a clear distinction. I gazed too. We are not it. And I like to change perspectives, it’s healthy, I think. Thank you for reading. I have never driven anything like a motorcycle. Not even a vespa. I was behind on many on Greek islands, once even on an enduro, and it was rather wild.
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Awww!
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🙂 It’s a baby!
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😊😊😊😊
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These are gorgeous. And I never saw a gecko. what an impressive creature.
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Ahh, really? But I remember them from Dalmacija too. Here they are everywhere, on warm walls. This one is really tiny, they grow quite a bit. I’m glad you like it.
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Maybe, back then I couldn’t recognize them. Who knows.
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Hopefully the gecko will choose a better shelter next time! (K)
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Hihi, I hope so too, K. I don’t like to disturb it by moving it around.
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Ooh. Cryptic last line. Dying = freedom? Interesting. Did you let the gecko go? I love geckos 🦎 💕
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Ohh, of course I did, Sunra Nina! After ten minutes, as I say. Yes, I had this flash of feeling that our lives were just a little prison before freedom. Can’t be sure, without dying.
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😂 I suspect you’re right, Ms Manja 💛
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