I construct my fortress carefully,
with words and verses, catch
phrases and platitudes, theologies
of my imagination, to articulate
or simply utter, in growling tones,
to fend off the evils outside,
discovering too late that I’ve
imprisoned the evil within.
This poem is submitted for the One Word Blog Carnival hosted by Peter Pollock. To see more submissions, please visit Peter’s site.
This poem is also submitted for Open Link Night at dVerse Poets. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time today.
Illustration: The St. Louis Psychiatric Rehabilitation Center, constructed in 1869 at the St. Louis County Insane Asylum, is located on Arsenal Street in St. Louis and for years was known as the “Arsenal Street Asylum” or simply “the Arsenal.” Today, it seeks to help people return to society, as opposed to keeping them away from society.
12 comments:
Oh, I got goosebumps reading this poem, Glynn! Beautifully crafted.
Blessings!
This is very powerful! I like it. It reminds me of pretending to be perfect. God bless!
we can certainly hide behind words. though
it seems that it is brought to light sooner or later. yet, words and verses can also be used in a good way for things like expressing, understanding, renewing, collaborating. tearing down walls...
down with walls!
oh snap...great twist in the end and can happen far too easily...seen it...far too often...
Ooooh. Tearing that place down is harder than building it, too. Nice!
Really enjoyed your use of the body as asylum. And the postcard illustration in its starkness only adds to the power of the piece.
Fabulous. What more can I say? I love the depth. The ending caused my gut to clench in its raw honesty.
Heavy and deep my man. Great poetry is constructed that way.
Haunting, yet easy to relate.
Copy away, dude, for this wasn't MY brainpower. God bless you.
As usual, your creativity is a heart-filler, strong-thinker.
Thanks much.
The ending took me completely by surprise.
Very well written and inspired poem, Glynn!
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