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 you 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..
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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.
ReplyDeleteAh but look--you broke the silence and wrote this.
ReplyDeleteIn sidewalks of my secret mind - I like this image of sidewalks and paths in our mind.
ReplyDeletepunishment were no crimes were intended, that's scary.
ReplyDeleteAgh. These poems are definitely all leading us down the mea culpa where there's no culpa track. Well done. k.
ReplyDeleteJinksy you have succeeded in making a real poem out of that jumble of words. I salute you.
ReplyDeleteI think I know that feeling.
ReplyDeleteWell expressed.
and so, she remains silent. Very moving, the way another person can make us feel "little".
ReplyDeleteThis seems to have been a popular word group! I like the direction the words took you in.
ReplyDeleteVery well done on the prompt! You convey the feelings well.
ReplyDeleteI can feel the misunderstanding clearly.
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