Entrapped Poem by Theresa Ann Moore
Entrapped
Your wings no longer flutter
In the fragrant summer air
Your vibrant colors are forever
Suspended in an acrylic snare
Deprived of time and carefully mounted
Your spirit is no longer allowed to roam
Perfect for entombing in a bed of resin
Contained in a smooth transparent dome
As I peer into your unyielding world I see
Vestiges of beauty preserved for eternity
With a stifled breath I feel ill at ease
I sense the imprisonment of your captivity
1/13/08
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5/3/2024 5:44:58 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Nature reaches out to us witha passion that man finds hard to share, if I should return I will come back as an eagle and parade the thermals and play the clouds, eye the beauty of my realm. Top marks Chris