Haiku

I wrote this on a whim. Montaigne believed marriage to be a cage and I believe that all of us married know this idea. Some cages are traps, some give us voluntary captivity, some we are free to leave for a while and return, some we can bend the bars to fit if poorly made.

I guess that the Haiku could be expanded in consecutive verses each in the 5/7/5 form. I have an idea to try that, to see if I can create a more complete perspective. This is too pessimistic.


Come to me my love
Within my cage my anger
Waits alone for you