Enslaved By The Words

Here I am again
Shackled by the words
Labouring to piece some together
That stir feelings when heard

The brutal scream
Of the words in my head
Cry out for freedom
To be on paper instead

I give them their freedom
And type them onto screen
They love the attention
And love to be seen

Go now you words
And touch a heart somewhere
I'll wait for your comrades
And send them to join you there

(c) Copyrighted Kirk Thomas 2011.

Sandra Dodd
ABANDON THE FORMS/ LIMMERICK, BALLAD AND SONNET/MOMRHYME, LANTURNE, TRIOLET//WRITE LIKE A MADMAN WHATEVER IS ON YOUR MIND/GIVING YOUR PEN TO YOUR SPIRT/JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES UNTIL YOU HAVE FINISHED/YOU MAY BE SURPRISED/ WHEN YOU TRUST YOUR WHIMS/WHAT ARTISTRY COMES FROM DEEP WITHIN this is a poetic response If you hate it see Ron Peat, he got me started!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Love your poems, they are always spot on!

 

seema chowdhury
a nice and catchy start and topic of your poem..

lovely76
Amazing mind you have! You're a true slave of poetry...

Fay Slimm
Really relate to this one. Enslaved is just the right word to describe it.

rarebird
Great tribute to the words which you've always respected enough in your Poetry.

sonetta
that which enslaves us sets us free....strange, right?

robyn selters
Can't most of us relate to just this emotion... You write it well