I wish
I could explain to the world
my mistrust of the hand that holds this heart;
my heart,
my hand.
As if - as I tear it apart
amazed and ashamed to find it full,
sand begins to slip beneath my skin -
to expose myself and become unable to stop
the rippled reflections of tears stained pools and drown.
I wish
I could explain to the world
my need to dilute non-fiction with fiction.
The addition of unnatural colors to a perfect rainbow
simply because black
is only a primary color when it represents this silhouette -
shadows of the over sized words I stand behind.
I wish
I could understand in time
to allow myself the freedom to truly write.
My words;
my truths.
As if – as I hold my heart it bleeds ink to congeal verse
that is born of the innocence I deny myself
gathered and set free on a gentle breeze for us all to breathe.
In a list
A contest entry
- The Poetry of Madmen by Pamela A Lamppa.
1750 points, ended March 11, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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OH MY!!!!!
Truely sensational!
Delila
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Exceptional
There is such honesty in the telling of it - the telling of much more than we are willing - are led to hide behind over-sized words, their rippled reflections ...
Oh sweet Phoenix, your ashes have not yet gathered for rebirth but still you are compelled to rake them in ...
And therein lies the hope.
I could not have asked for more than this in the contest. Brilliant!
~Pamela
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And here I tried so hard to sneak this in knowing all along you would recognize the words unexpected I am always set free whenever my words are heard but so much more so here where the words fell on the paper prearranged. Thanks for the shiny thing
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Breathless, speechless...
...is how reading this poem left me. I am completely blown away. Your words so completely capture this aspect of my artistic temperament: [and now I'd have to quote your entire poem].
Excellently penned. I could only possibly provide a useful critique' if I come back after I stop reeling.
Wow!
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So much truth within this that it is breathtaking. This stanza in particular stood out to me, although I felt the whole piece blew my lid:
"I wish
I could explain to the world
my need to dilute non-fiction with fiction.
The addition of unnatural colors to a perfect rainbow
simply because black
is only a primary color when it represents this silhouette -
shadows of over sized words I stand behind."
Outstanding and brilliant. Good luck in the contest.
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