I find myself all
alone beneath a symbol.
I can’t tell what
it is, what
it represents, but what-
ever it means
makes you stamp your feet,
gnash your teeth.
So, you rage away,
but I don’t understand.
I look up--I see, but
it’s obscure.
Whatever the symbol,
it’s mine not by choice
but by your force.
I try to leave
but you refuse--
'This is who you are,'
you say pointing up.
I look up--I see, but
it’s not clear.
'Who I am meant to be?'
You won’t answer;--
you ignore.
'Fine, then I’ll be whatever--'
But--you're raging again--
no, I must be the stigma.
You stamp your feet;
You gnash your teeth.
You rage away,
but I don’t understand.
There is so much
more--so many other
options, but you won’t hear.
So here must I stay --
or so you say.
A contest entry
- Wonderful Words [CONTEST] by Touchof1der.
600 points, ended March 26, 2007, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Critique, especially of rhythm, is greatly appreciated.
Comments
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great idea for a poem
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There are threads of sadness and confusion woven into your words here that help bring out the meaning. I couldn't help but wonder how it could have been used in such a way as to be a little clearer though. You did a good job. That's a difficult word to use and you certainly rose to the challenge. Thank you for taking the time and effort to enter my contest. Good luck!
♥ Touchof1der
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