What Stirs Me? (An Acrostic) Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken
What Stirs Me? (An Acrostic)
Here in the middle of this mad-mad world
I lick my wounds from the inside-out;
Some tethered prisoner of time
Proposed pigeon of another's life;
Object of someones obsessive dream
Elegant end to end all ends?
Thought provoking center of their never ending circle-
Rendering me a virtual shut in...
Yearning for yesterdays freedom of: 'out of sight-out of mind';
The way she lived.
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By, Theodora Onken
December 15, 2012
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