- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Metamorphis
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I know, I know love
a lifetime of imprisonment
in greater London's tenements
A Kutapilliar hears seasons sound,
changes to chrysalis and shows soon the sign
of eager movement, itching inside
the poetry wrapped paper in which she resides
I wonder who will be the most surprised
when the pupal case is split, you emerge, wings dry,
words form and then fly over these sometimes green hills,
beautiful rare creature, caretaker,
those that see her soar where there was none before
to call the wind, 'Come lift me up that I might see
all my love has pledged to me.'
- COMMENTS
lorencinoabout 7 years agoI was not meaning to be critical in that reaction to your poem. I gave it a 5-star and then expressed what it triggered in me.
lorencinoabout 7 years agoCan't move beyond the tenement prison where
life's full potential will never be approached
for the walls are not poetry-covered paper.
This prison of the poor will not contain
more than the body that carries
the spirit that soars to escape.
Escape!
Escape, crippling escape
in a world of inequality.
. . . And the rich grow richer
in our escape.
Lyricalliover 7 years agoI particularly like the opening line and the different ways I can see to read it. It sets the poem up so nicely. The contrasting imagery of city to country enhances the eagerness of "What's next? What will this new place bring?" that I read throughout the poem. New vistas through the eyes of love. It's gorgeous.
legerdemerover 7 years agoLines and images like these:
"itching inside/ the poetry wrapped paper in which she resides"
and
"words form and then fly over these sometimes green hills,..."
are incisive and indelible. Beautifully done.
