tag:dreamwidth.org,2013-05-12:2014669 (are we there yet?) kokopelle 2015-01-17T01:37:05Z tag:dreamwidth.org,2013-05-12:2014669:489442 2015-01-17T01:36:52Z 2015-01-17T01:37:05Z contemplative public 0 Poetic inspiration is a slippery ride. The poem “Within” started out as a line of thought about communication between geographically separate people. I then thought about how prisoners communicated by tapping morse code on walls and passing notes in common areas. The poem was to be called “Tap Tap Tap”. I sat down to write along these lines, and another poem appeared. It is about how we are all prisoners of something: communication, vision, touch, or identity. The title speaks to the central message of the poem: we may have a prisoner identity, but this does not rob us of our individual identities within.<br /><br /><br />Within<br />Poem for Day 016 – 20150116<br /><br />Tap tap tap on the prison wall,<br />fellow inmate, take my call.<br />sounds cross barriers to speak within.<br /><br />Small notes left in the toilet stall,<br />heartfelt scribbles between lost ones,<br />passed in secret to be read within.<br /><br />Bird fly high in the sky,<br />seen through my window on wall high,<br />world seen for me as I am trapped within.<br /><br />Rough sheets, cool floor, steel bowl,<br />world shrunk to confines at arm's length,<br />and still I feel you touch me within.<br /><br />More of a number, less of a man,<br />defined by past actions, not what I am,<br />I am still a person, if only just within.<br /><br />© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=kokopelle&ditemid=489442" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments