Untitled Poem
It is only a cage when it echoes the mind,
forced and controlled with all hope left behind.
What is a cage but a defined space, a place
with boundaries that cannot be crossed.
In hypnotic trance, imprisonment brings
more and more submissive entrapment.
The physical aspect reinforces the mental.
Weakness becomes ingrained and central
to action and need. Nature becomes more animal
and dependence becomes more complete.
In slavery, the cage is divorced from sensuality.
It is all about power and control.
The one who is let out is not released.
The cage still contains his soul.
(c) 2006, by william the submissive poet
Labels: Caged, Poetry, Submissive Poet
posted by Lady Julia @ 10:10 PM
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Great picture to go with another superb poem.
This poem picture combination is so excellent and beautiful, thank you. i cannot help thinking if you are asking the reader whether the only real cages are the one's we make for ourselves?
I think that's exactly what he's saying, nigel. William?
physical cages by themselves are not a turn on for me...if one is a reinforcement of a mental cage, then that is a different story...the idea of intense bondage that is impossibly intimate rather than just impersonal is something that leaves my thoughts sensitive to the point of the pleasure/pain barrier...the yin/yang of domme/submissive as one thing where I might contribute to the beauty of the whole through willing complete surrender of myself, that condition that I have only imagined, it is that that makes my soul burn as it yet remains unfulfilled...
Thanks so much.
very nice poem... i had not seen it until today, but it definitely resonates..
regards,
ranger
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