Her body imprisoned by the Coffin,

Coffin imprisoned by the dirt.....

Coughing imprisoned by her lungs,

She no longer hurts.


Under the coffin lye's the soil,

Above the coffin a flower blooms.....

The flower Above disturbs the soil,

Under the coffin the soil UN-disturbed.


Her soul imprisoned by the cosmos,

Drifting through the lonesomeness;

Visions of her life flash through her....

She's electric intelligence.


Imprisoned by one's own defeat,

Remorse for all the wrong we done;

leaves us imprisoned in our pain....

Sends us skipping through the valley.


Love's imprisoned by the body,

The body imprisoned by the sky;

To be set free?

To soar the cosmos!!!!

The soul of life it never dies.


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writer20 4 years ago from Southern Nevada

Wow! this a great poem. Voted up and beautiful, Joyce

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brewskitimeguy 4 years ago from Maine

beautiful words...please keep sharing

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Valleypoet 4 years ago

Liked this a lot!.Voted up

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epigramman 4 years ago

......you and I must have 'a thing' for the dead tonight - lol lol - but great writing is so evident here and hubbravo from the epi-man for this one - lake erie time 9:43pm ontario transylvania and it's been so hot here in July I installed air conditioning in my cofffin - and Sly and the Family Stone

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Mhatter99 4 years ago from San Francisco

well woven words. warm wishes

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tbalunis 4 years ago

Outstanding poem

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