Iron Cage Birdhouse

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A puzzle is a puzzle and it’s puzzling to be

Caught up in the yarn as it winds around me

Tighter and tighter, ‘til it hurts just to breathe

What is this thing that I’m trying to see? 

 

Weaving and weaving around every thought

Yarn turned to chains, rust turned to wrought

Iron cage birdhouse in which I am caught

Dreaming of dreams which cannot be bought 

 

A puzzle is a puzzle and it’s puzzling for sure

To be bound by a puzzle for which there’s no cure

Struggling and struggling, thoughts dirty and pure

This heart is a puzzle ~ I cannot endure 

 

Solutions, solutions, solutioning me

Here is the answer, so clearly to see

The thing my heart needs - it never can be

So I’ll rip out my heart, to set my mind free 

 

A puzzle is a puzzle but for me is no longer

I’ve ripped out my heart, now my mind is much stronger

Free from the thoughts bound by yarn and by chain

So that now I may breathe without feeling the pain

 

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Reviews

[Lorry]

The heart was never intended for heavy duty use and multi tasking all those slings and arrows from fates fickle hand AND keeping the circulation going. Personally, that kinda feels like a friday, 3pm job, where the production lines mind was already on that first beer of the weekend.
And what is its only protection? A ribCAGE. Someone was having a laugh at our expense methinks.
It's best in a box Ana, preferably made from that black box stuff and with an alphabetic keypad, so you can just type in a random password of gibberish, copy and paste it, so not even you know its password.
Yes, I may be extreme, but who on earth is gonna guess Zylgymgylt46c? 😀

Ps... Ooh! Damn!

[Ana Papaya]

That's a helluva password. :)

[Lorry]

Ha! My cunning plan worked. Now I'll just leave it the same as no one will believe I'm dumb enough not to change it. The fools 😀

[Ana Papaya]

They're lined up to unlock your heart are they?
Well, look at you with all the admirers.

[Lorry]

Now that I think about it, you're probably right. I'll just go back to using Lorry123 😀

[Ana Papaya]

: )

[Jo Billygoat]

I'd prefer to be a zombie then I could live without the buzzing of my entangled mind and my tattered, torn and most definitely devastated heart

we are culprits for cadavers and donors of organs, two hearts and a mind, someone may be able to benefit from our misery

[Ana Papaya]

Zombies are all the rage, if it gets me within grabbing distance of Daryl Dixon then sign me for the Zomb Squad too.

[Jo Billygoat]

im not much into the "zombie" fad of today, was just fitting description because one can obviously not live with out a heart nor a brain and walking around without either or both would fall into the category of being a zombie

not sure who Daryl D. is but that goes to show you how out of touch with the zombie thing I am, lol

[Ana Papaya]

Technicality... But I do understand your point.
Thank you Jo for your comment. :)
Was kind of you to pop in on me.

[Jo Billygoat]

my pleasure, feel free to "pop" in on me and my vain attempts at writing any time you chose

[Ana Papaya]

Yes, I will make my way over.

[Jo Billygoat]

oh I forgot my normal "warning" label; I have some depressing stuff so you may want to take your antidepressant prior to venturing to my scripts

[Ana Papaya]

I have a better handle on my triggers these days. I'll survive. But thanks for the heads up.

[Jo Billygoat]

sounds like you have had the pleasure/displeasure of entertaining the profession/visits/discussions with the abuser of words (aka psychologists) with regards to your use of "triggers"

[Ana Papaya]

They designed a whole program around me and I have been able to provide some super entertainment I'm proud to say.

[Jo Billygoat]

omg, lmfao, you are a great breath of fresh air; thanks for making me laugh, needed that

[Alfred Kukitz]

Hi Ana!

Love this poem but I would deeply miss the lovely women I know.

Regards,
Al

[Ana Papaya]

Very well then Al, I'll put the heart on ice for safekeeping. Until I'm ready to use it again.

[Einstein Noodle]

smooth rhyme and rhythm! i like the story ..playful at first but you make a fine turn and bring a lesson to bare ...
you also bring up the ongoing debate over which comes first ..thought or feelings ..and which is in control .. your poem chooses a devastating path and tears out the heart ..leaving stone cold drafts winding through the brain perhaps ... but at least the pain is abated ..pain that can seem intolerable ... i enjoyed the read and the story ..you got my pondering!
E.

[Ana Papaya]

Thank you E. :)
I always am grateful for your visits!

[Darian B.]

I like this poem, it is very philosophical and well written, though I think I may disagree. I think without our hearts, or mind has no reason to grow. Throw away passion and love, heartache and sorrow and we are left without purpose. But then, I'm a hopeless romantic. I see beauty in pain as well as joy, as I view both to be necessary for me to live. Even still, it is a good poem with a different take on life and I like it nonetheless :)

[Ana Papaya]

Yeah. Of course. It's just a poem. I'm not literally going to rip my heart out. :)

[Lyn Anderson]

Is this a revamp of a previous work (A puzzle is a puzzle?) or is my brain a fuzzle? Anyhow, remake or no, I like this poem.

[Ana Papaya]

Reengineered and reposted since it was kinda new on the old account and you were like the only one who read it there.

[Lyn Anderson]

Ah, so I am not so fuzzled after all.

[Ana Papaya]

Nope, you're not. :)

[redzone]

what kind of life is it where our heart and mind are always at odds? can we really be alive with one or the other gone? do we not need both to be alive (literally and figuratively)... one of the great things about human consciousness is that we can do and be this even though no always easy.. you always allow me to think Papaya, but now my head hurts and I need a nap.. ;0)

redzone

[Ana Papaya]

Happy napping red. :)
Thank you for the generous dose of kindness.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"solutioning me" love that verb...

and yes, we have to rip out our hearts to become stronger, don't we?

when we can just think with our minds....the heck with feelings.

j.

[Ana Papaya]

That's right Jacob. To heck with them. :)
Thank you!!!

[iamshadowine]

this poem has a wonderful ending! great work! keep writing :D

[Ana Papaya]

Thanks shadowine!!! Really appreciate your encouragement. :)

[Nessly]

It's difficult being bound by one's heart. Our minds would be much stronger if it weren't for the heart. I love the idea you convey in this poem. One of being chained by our hearts and freed when they beat no longer.

[Ana Papaya]

Thanks a bunch Nessly, the heart is what carries the pain and who couldn't do with a little less of that, right? :) Appreciate you swinging by to read my poem.

[Nessly]

You're welcome! :)