If all my dreams were coloured like a landscape
then the steady passing of monochrome days
falling onto a collage flat as a wall
would make truth of lies
so many times I have cried out for pity
barking my torn fingers on the rough darkness
loosing this cri de coeur into a deaf world
devoid of mercy
the screams of others are distant and surreal
for what is real is here alone to be touched
and everything is within six short paces
there is nothing else
I seem to have a memory of sunlight
so unsubstantial it could be my madness
the same subtle voices singing in my head
you do not exist
I cannot bear to be granted my freedom
because I have the liberty of my cell
I will not live without my beautiful bars
bring them back to me
leave me on my own and let my heart be seared
let the bleak silence question my decisions
and the only debate be my harsh breathing
I will not listen
Author notes
Loose Sapphic form
In a list
A contest entry
- Picture Inspiration #4 by Laura Lamarca.
450 points, ended August 17, 2007, 24 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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subtle voices...
This is excellent poet! Very well written and quite thought provoking. I really like your interpretation of the picture and the great word choices you have used.
Fine work! Good luck in the contest!
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Thank you
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My my. We really are a poet, aren't we? I am impressed with the form, but it is really the image that captivates my imagination here... most people are their own jailers, and have no clue... you seem to know this...
I have the key... so far, nobody wants it but me...
The key is true freedom.
Three orgastically potent bunnies who challenge you to figure out that that means...
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As the equerry said to the footman with the chamber pot, "Is that the royal wee?"
Bunnies... come to momma!
Seriously, thank you for the compliments, and for showing insight in your appreciation of this poem. Like most of my current postings, I wrote it for a contest. I'm doing a fair amount of contest writing because I think it is good practice.
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Well done Mairi and good luck in the contest. Val
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This is so well composed that it is creepy and disturbing as one reads it. This poem opens the door to a mind that has been incarcerated so long that imprisonment has become the norm and embeds those feelings into the reader’s soul.
Well done O queen of the dark genre.
Love,
Amera ♥
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I cannot bear to be granted my freedom
because I have the liberty of my cell
I will not live without my beautiful bars
bring them back to me
the bars of one own self that keeps the true form bury behind self imposed bars are hard to live without
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I love this! Stanza 5 is amazing, this whole piece says so much and still there is much depth felt between the lines too. Loose Sapphic is fast becoming my favourite form, this is a perfect example of it. Thank you for entering and good luck in my contest. La x
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Thanks Laura. I'm fairly satisfied with it. I sat and looked at the picture, and wrote down some trigger words and phrases, and eventually this came out.
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