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Submitted by themoonman on 12 December 2007 - 4:10pm.| Updated 1 January 2009 - 8:54am.
Style / Type:
freeform
Trying to stay focused,
I attempt a passive attitude.
But, behind these eyes
the fire is burning high,
trying not to become used.
If I can keep the lid on slightly,
let some steam escape the crack,
keep the fire inside, for me and mine,
and focus on what I have.
A little something less than normal,
not quite special or unique,
just trying to keep a lid on things,
and keep me..controlling me.
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Eeeek, this is a very scary poem
Is part two where you go to a bell tower with a snipers rifle?
cheers,
Jess
wishing you a Salubrious Solstice
Thank you
Hi, thanks for reading my poem…I was talking about sex when I wrote this but the good thing about poetry is it can mean so many differant things to the reader…the bell tower? ummmm…
eek again
I so often get poems completely wrong here I have stopped being embarrassed about it. It’s true, once we release our work to others it gains a life of its own (if its good). It’s also a major cause of writers block, when we try to control it too much. Your poem could be taught in schools for all the underlying meanings, whether you intended them or not.
cheers,
Jess
wishing you a Salubrious Solstice