Can’t you see?
You’ve rattled my cage with your kindness
Don’t you know?
I was becoming content with my blindness
Don’t talk to me of love and stuff
Don’t open locked door of never enough!
Can’t you see?
It is not mine to believe in
Not love, nor beauty, nor truth
So please stop sewing seeds of sweet make-believing
Don’t talk to me of love and more
My prison is self chosen and holds no door
Can’t you see?
I’m pacing my boards with raised heartbeat
Don’t you know?
That you will watch me die the moment I submit defeat
So please hush now with the ache of your words
Don’t stir my bones with poetry unheard
Won’t you believe me?
Don’t you know it is true?
My heart was burned to black
Not man-made into blue
But never stop whispering into the ashes
Until I am risen and worthy with the dawn of the passes
- Author: sylviasearcher ( Offline)
- Published: June 5th, 2019 03:24
- Comment from author about the poem: Oh I watched Aladdin and loathed loving it...
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Comments3
I think your recent sabbatical did you & your muse the world of good. bravo.
Neville
Thanks.
A muse? You know my thoughts on those remain similar to my thoughts on fairytales ....
I was momentarily confused, please convey my respect to your frontal lobe.
Now Iโm confused...
But I guess that was kind of the point...
it was meant to be a compliment.. but then I remembered, your feelings about them are possibly similar to how you feel about fairy tales..
Lol indeed you are probably right!
maybe I am sometimes eh....
Oh now you want my thoughts on truth, do t go there I tell ye!
message received...
I was talking about social constructionism ๐
I thought as much ๐
I prefer fairy tales these days.....
If I read you right you mean manipulated emotions....... but aren't they all!
I find it so fascinating to see the interpretation of words.
I donโt want to spoil what you sensed by giving my interpretation or meaning to it because the wonder of the word is itโs subjectivity.
Thanks for pondering this one ๐
I can read much into this but the overall message, for me at least, is I'll make my decisions when and if I am ready - don't try to control me. Am I near the mark?
Ooh I wouldnโt want to break the magic that happens between writing and reading and impose my intentions on your imagination.
Thanks for reading much... ๐
The response I give when people try to interpret my abstracts - thanks Sylvia.
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