A.J. McKinley

Rookie (July,1975 / Indiana, United States)

Artic Cage - Poem by A.J. McKinley

I flittered like a frozen butterfly in a silver artic haze.

My wings wilting erroneously from a chill since unbridled.

I waited in my wonderland of crystal blue ice.

But my freedom wass contingent upon surrealistic designs.

A Martyr in my mind ceases her egocentric complaining.

I have floated on a morally inept Western Wind.

But flames from a lust so potent seared me into unbridled action.

I leapt with the joy of supplication and the artic relased its prize.

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  • (7/10/2008 1:01:00 AM)

    I am left to ponder how morally forceful an Eastern wind would find you... I love the idea of an Artic Cage.. I can see it swaying now from polar magnetic forces... helped along hmm hmmm by what was coupled inside.. (Report) Reply

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  • (7/10/2008 12:04:00 AM)

    I find this to be creative but somewhat confusing at the end.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 9, 2008

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