Thursday, February 7, 2013

Permission To Speak?


In sidewalks
of my secret mind
merciless
dreams entice,
seek your permission to speak,
to be understood.

My questions
flicker into life,
sweltering
in the heat
of simple disapproval
which your radiate.

Tangible
as a bulldozer.
this assaults
my feelings,
demolishes dignity
with biting silence.

And silence
clamps my every thought
and exacts
punishment
when no crimes were intended
from the very start...

Written for IGWRT's  Wednesday prompt..

11 comments:

  1. Some wonderful lines in this poem, Jinksy. I especially like "Tangible as a bulldozer." Yes, indeed, THAT would be tangible indeed. Another phrase I liked was "merciless dreams entice." All around, well done.

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  2. Ah but look--you broke the silence and wrote this.

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  3. In sidewalks of my secret mind - I like this image of sidewalks and paths in our mind.

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  4. punishment were no crimes were intended, that's scary.

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  5. Agh. These poems are definitely all leading us down the mea culpa where there's no culpa track. Well done. k.

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  6. Jinksy you have succeeded in making a real poem out of that jumble of words. I salute you.

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  7. I think I know that feeling.
    Well expressed.

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  8. and so, she remains silent. Very moving, the way another person can make us feel "little".

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  9. This seems to have been a popular word group! I like the direction the words took you in.

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  10. Very well done on the prompt! You convey the feelings well.

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  11. I can feel the misunderstanding clearly.

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