..
Un
-lock me,
let me walk
these fields, feet
bared, heart flayed open
to a graying barren sky.
I’ll leave
be
-hind my tresses
and (ad)dresses,
feel these sharp places
between my toes, and
suppose myself somewhere
silent.
See those clouds?
They know
…….the beat of my skin,
…the shape of my
………………………..soul.
..
prompted by mindlovemiserysmenagerie
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Utterly speechless. Wow…
In the opening, I see both “deep-unlock me” and “deepen-lock me.”
The difference between being “bared” and “barred” is nothing more than an “r.”
I love this:
“I’ll leave
be
-hind my tresses
and (ad)dresses”
And this:
“suppose myself somewhere
silent”
And that gorgeous ending.
Fantastic poem.
i agree with the praise here. This reminds me of mind over matter – you can take every THING away from someone but his/her thoughts – the self. The hair, the homes, the reality means nothing compared to the soul.
This is a very powerfully written piece that is wonderful in the word play – as the emphasis shifts, so does possibilities and perspectives in the reading. A great work 🙂