I fell in love
With silence
That lingers
No straight jacket
Restricts
This pen
My mind
A kettle filled
with boiled words
I wait for society
to stop stereotyping
I have not morphed
Into a lab rat
Of society
that judges blindly
I grew into
a wordsmith
that eases
anxiety filled
guts
Through ink
honesty breathes
Comments
Amen
Loved it!
No straight jacket
Restricts
This pen
Through ink
honesty breathes
Need I say anymore:)
Mona
thanks for
stopping by mona
hate the title, pretentious
No straight jacket
works so well as a double meaning- straight- jacket and straight jacket
question the use of the word stereotyping, it sterotypes you as someone who is sterotyped, if you get my drift. It has a plaintiff sound.
the use of the word society twice, if at all, makes it ring a bit of "them vs me", victimhood.
Apart from those quibbles, a fine write, a poet's poem. But only that, not an everyman's poem.
poetry speaks
scrolling up from bottom I saw this and
said "Who wrote this?" for this is true poetry
no messing about it
I take my hat off to you!!
truly brilliant work
This poem hits home in ways you cannot even begin to imagine. I am so disgusted with media hype and stereotype and wonder where our sense of humanity has gone? And how we love to label! I could go on and on, but I think your poem did that for me.
Oppression can turn a phrase into a power-packed movement ... if only someone would take the stand!
A "kettle filled with boiled words" moved me beyond elation. Excellent word usage.
Not sure about the title though, I think it could be stronger. Perhaps "through ink” or something to that effect? Just a thought.
Besides that, this is truly brilliant work. The layers delve beyond what most will see. Way beyond. I am inspired for having read this today. Thank you. ~Pamela