walking laps around an iron cage a tiger dreams of something else… the people bring his meals each day and he’s given space enough to stretch there’s slowness to his graceful stride and restraint within his tired gaze — eyes that don’t need rest so much
I have certainly been that tiger - as old age encroaches, I sense THAT cage erecting itself around me. So what I'm endeavoring to do is change my perspective, deeper my gaze inward as I am 'forced' to let go of outward. Hope this isn't too much a downer. It's actually liberating - the Acceptance
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Definitely has your own voice coming through but it immediately threw me into The Panther by Rainer Maria Rilke.
That world weariness of a predator. A lion amongst sheep.
Wow What a perfect metaphor for your experience.
I have always felt a kinship with these captured beasts.
Your poem helps me to understand why.
Thank-you.
Sad and yet so encouraging and relatable. Bravo.
I have certainly been that tiger - as old age encroaches, I sense THAT cage erecting itself around me. So what I'm endeavoring to do is change my perspective, deeper my gaze inward as I am 'forced' to let go of outward. Hope this isn't too much a downer. It's actually liberating - the Acceptance
This is why I never visit the cat houses at zoos. That pacing is so unbearably sad. Beautiful poem.
I saw it as a real tiger in a zoo, except that the real dangerous animal is surely a human; a man, really : )
"And it’s an unbearable pain sometimes to really think too much about it."
I would call it despair ... that void I try to escape.
Beautiful piece, Franco 🤍