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Emotionally imprisoned, not visible at first sight. But when you dig for liberation you can't expect the implements to work quietly. A wonderful write, LSP. Fascinating and beautiful.

Your insight on the metaphorical references astound and humble me ... This grew out of the past night where I found myself helping a neighbor shovel out her car from six inches of snow ... Her husband is stricken with multiple sclerosis.  When I see him from time to time I often wonder what it's like to be trapped in your own body ... like being trapped in that ice I was cutting through I imagined.

Your feedback is greatly appreciated

Glad about that, LSP. I like your poems because of their complex structure. And I know what you mean, having friends in wheelchairs myself, quadriplegics. A prisoner of your own flesh. Love the background of your poem, say, the thoughtfullness opposite to your neighbor. Thanks for this poem.

:o   crisp, stark imagery

very captivating, while amazingly brief.

ace

I really appreciate your feedback on this because it literally grew out of pain ... Shoveling snow that felt like lead : (

Many thanks for your feedback