Sunday, May 25, 2014

all that paraphernalia


I survey before me
stuck in there
a display for donations
treat for some eyes maybe
my smile is fixed
I can't laugh anymore

take me out of here, mate
I have a meeting in few hours
listen to my heart flutter
while pigeons squeak in the background
north or south
do I really care?

let me climb down
before my face explodes
and you see that in a news report tomorrow
on second thoughts
I will stay here
let the meeting come to me

"walls are what we build to be secure
then why do we feel that loss of freedom?"



22 comments:

Midnight scribbles said...

:) beautiful!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

The fixed smile, the not being able to laugh, the pressure of the workaday world...all here, so well done. Love the squeaking pigeons, the one note of relief.

Björn Rudberg said...

Not always easy to decide whether to stay or to go... but yes the pressure can be overwhelming...

Enigma said...

Ah, brilliant. Especially the quote in the end. :)

scotthastiepoet said...

"et me climb down
before my face explodes"

This line really caught me... As eve, interesting writing Gautami With Best Wishes Scott

Faycin A Croud said...

The need for security enslaves us all one way or another.
My bit is here. It is an introduction to one of the wild characters that inhabit my team's crazy alternative reality!

whenspaceissilence said...

The question in the middle of the poem says it all.

sabrabowers said...

Like the change of heart in the poem. Well wordled.

humbird said...

'Let the meeting come to me' ~ love the idea! ~ Nice.

R.K. Garon said...

:-)
ZQ

oldegg said...

That certainly is the eternal question. I suppose it is because we don't know who we really are.

Karen S. said...

Interesting take, and walls can be bittersweet at best! Nicely done.

when words escape said...

Loved the closing quote!

Vandana Sharma said...

walls could be like necessary evil...

emmett wheatfall said...

So lovely your poem made my senses dance.

CJ said...

Lovely poem. The ending reminds me of a Virginia Woolf quote: "I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in."

(Looks like you snuck into my art studio and took a photo of "all that paraphernalia" I've hoarded.)

Locomente said...

Amazing one... And an amazing quote in the end!

Rajlakshmi said...

this is just beautiful. Loved your take on the prompt.

Helena said...

What a fantastic effort. I applaud all your comments - and more!

Cait O'Connor said...

Great quote at the end/

Sue said...

NIce. I especially loved that last bit.

=)

Tess Kincaid said...

I'd choose a thrift shop over a meeting any day...