Cathy Durham Poet Rhyme

Bottled Up

I feel like a genie in a bottle
                                  drifting on the breast of the sea
                                          bottled up inside
                                   being brushed from tide to tide
                                          no one can see me
                                          by no chance they'll
                                                   free me

                                   These tears can't cry in this place
                                    no space,the nights seem so long
                                    as I drift farther and farther from 
                                                      home

                                         I hope to approach land
                                          and be rescued by the
                                           feet that walks the sand

                                             If that is not the plan
                                          I'll drift farther and farther
                                                       away
                                           and remain a genie in a
                                                  bottle display.

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Robert Pettit January 30, 2014 at 4:09 PM Naturally, Barbara Eden came to my mind when I read this. This is a nice little write with some nice descriptiveness and rhyming.