Morning Stretch

[ampoule]

>>>>>>>>>Morning Stretch<<<<<<<<<

A soul being given a body is a funny thing,
to be so confined, to be stuck in one place,
one thought sometimes, forgetting what it
was like to fly, to be free, to go anywhere,
it hurts and starts to shrivel, even hates itself,
and then scared, really scared, to be cut loose,
to drift hither and yon, dodging dreamcatchers,
a shiny pinball waiting, no more punishment,
Please! I awake. Like a cat I stretch.
Is this why it feels so good?


ampoule, January Seventh, TwoThousandEight

[PrinceMyshkin]

I love this stretch! This feeling of your mind just musing.

By the way although I spend very little time thinking about "soul" other than as a metaphor I was clobbered one day by the thought that my soul was called...
guess what?

[Sweets America]

Oh, what a nice poem! I read it out loud and it sounded very nice. I like the idea of it. I think it can be applied to many things of life. Love commitment, and other insecurities.

[motherhubbard]

that made me want to wake up tomorrow and stretch before I get out of bed. I usually forget and go straight into the day

[Sweets America]

that made me want to wake up tomorrow and stretch before I get out of bed. I usually forget and go straight into the day

The problem with me is that when I stretch, I feel even more tired after. :D

[ampoule]

I love this stretch! This feeling of your mind just musing.

By the way although I spend very little time thinking about "soul" other than as a metaphor I was clobbered one day by the thought that my soul was called...
guess what?

Um :idea: ....Dirty boy? :D

Sweets and MH...looks like we need a virtual yoga class for you two.

[Sweets America]

Um :idea: ....Dirty boy? :D

Sweets and MH...looks like we need a virtual yoga class for you two.

Eheh I know the name of Jer's soul. I wonder if I should say it? :p No it's not Dirty Boy.:p It could have been, though.:D

Oh, yoga sounds nice to me. :)

[PrinceMyshkin]

Um :idea: ....Dirty boy? :D

Before my beloved friend gives it away, the following might provide you a clue:


Because of a recent downturn in business, the manager decided he would have to reduce the size of his staff. One of his employees would have to go. He narrowed it down to one of two, Polly or Jack. It would be a difficult decision to make, as they were equally qualified and both did excellent work. He decided that in the morning, whichever one happened use the water cooler first would be the one to be let go. Polly came in early that morning, very hung over after partying and celebrating all weekend and getting no sleep. She went immediately to the cooler to get some water to take an aspirin.

The manager approached her and said: "Polly, I've never done this before, but I have to lay you or Jack off."

"I’m flattered,” Polly said: “but I have a terrible headache. Could you [deleted count of the youngsters here]?"

[PrinceMyshkin]

Eheh I know the name of Jer's soul. I wonder if I should say it? :p No it's not Dirty Boy.:p It could have been, though.:D

Voyons, salope!

[Sweets America]

Voyons, salope!

Hey, this is vulgar! :D

[PrinceMyshkin]

Hey, this is vulgar! :D

Apologies, hon!

[firefangled]

A soul being given a body is a funny thing,
to be so confined, to be stuck in one place,
one thought sometimes, forgetting what it
was like to fly, to be free, to go anywhere,
it hurts and starts to shrivel, even hates itself,
and then scared, really scared, to be cut loose,
to drift hither and yon, dodging dreamcatchers,
a shiny pinball waiting, no more punishment,
Please! I awake. Like a cat I stretch.
Is this why it feels so good?


ampoule, January Seventh, TwoThousandEight

I like the way this is set up in the very first line. It is a profound statement about something we all take for granted. It is what poetry should do, make you see or think about what you do not usually see or think about.

[blazeofglory]

>>>>>>>>>Morning Stretch<<<<<<<<<

A soul being given a body is a funny thing,
to be so confined, to be stuck in one place,
one thought sometimes, forgetting what it
was like to fly, to be free, to go anywhere,
it hurts and starts to shrivel, even hates itself,
and then scared, really scared, to be cut loose,
to drift hither and yon, dodging dreamcatchers,
a shiny pinball waiting, no more punishment,
Please! I awake. Like a cat I stretch.
Is this why it feels so good?


ampoule, January Seventh, TwoThousandEight

Indeed it gives the feel of a time we wake up and I really stretched my body. That is the stamp of your poem indeed.