Sunday, April 7, 2013

NaPoWriMo #7: Turtle in a Tank

I see black squares painted on your belly.  
I see you glide unburdened by your shell.
I wonder how you grew so small.
An age ago you swam with dinosaurs.
You gave piggyback rides to shipwrecked sailors.
Now you fit inside my pocket.
What is freedom to a turtle in a tank?

--April 7, 2013
Prompt: Every line is a single, declarative sentence, except the last one, which is a question.

Note: I got through the first week of NaPoWriMo!  I'm rather surprised.  I didn't expect to be able to write poetry everyday.

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