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I cast off my shackles, the hollow-ringed

Anxiety that tethers ankles and wings to an

Inert platform, to a potentiality framed by the

Deformations of dreams left to harden into a

Sparrow-cell of regrets. I have assumed a slavery

So claustrophobic that my breath is measured and

Vilified for its occupation of space and resources.

Primitive and neglected I flap only, the heavens have

Never expressed my higher instincts. The ceiling hangs

So low that I cannot stand with my back erect, I can

Only stoop, humiliated by self-imposed limitations

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I cast out these euphemistic silences

The bony dialogues rendered unsteady

By a bewitched tongue, the volatile plexus

Of hysterical butterfly nerves that summon

The essence of rose into the morbid pallor

Of flesh. Blushes erupting, volcanic and

Dangerous, irrespective of the provocateur,

Irrespective of the prosaicness of the incident

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I cast off false grievances the imagined

Scenarios that decimate will, alternate universe

Alternating between gradations of a black hopeless

Panic. I have experienced the most terrible, despicable

Acts of criminality at the behest of my own imagination

Events that bare not the slightest resemblance to life but

To which I nevertheless offer my paranoid convictions

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I want to embrace a world beyond my cloistered ego, to

Love mightily, madly and with ruthless abandon let this

Ubiquitous womb of a mind, this bone-guarded architect

Break free like the entrails of a pumpkin scooped cleanly,

Spaciousness allowing for the passage of light. Happiness

Is orange, invigorating it does not last but it will come again

And again if the door remains open, even a window would do

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(the poem is written about my own debilitating shyness and anxiety but I attempted to write with a bit of a Sylvia Plath/Arthur Rimbaud vibe if that makes any sense whatsoever lol)

38 thoughts on “Sparrow Cell

      1. Yeah, I always notice when reading your stuff some basicly exact feelings I have felt and in a way I would describe them.

  1. Wow! Now I know why you invite me to post on your blog; you’re looking for contrast!
    Great write! Way over my head in places, but great depth and very evocative! Nice!

  2. wow…deeply felt….to feel so much through your imagination…at times that must feel as though it has turned against you….lots to take in here….great verse poet…smiles…

  3. I can’t comment on how Plathish or Rimbaudian your poetry is; my knowledge of poets, I must admit, is very sketchy. But I still felt the words.
    Loreena McKennitt has taken several poems and set these to music, such as The Highwayman and the Lady of Shallot. Which of course goes with the fact that the poetry I am more familiar with comes in the form of song lyrics. There is, of course, the role of the music, but some songwriters/lyrics touch my heart, soul and spirit and seem to capture and reflect me and my life at that moment in time when I first hear the lyrics and the years that these words stay with me.
    Your words, as always, are powerful, evocative, experiential. Your prompt 11 will be quite a challenge for me. Does Dr. Seuss count as a poet?

      1. I haven’t been composing anything much of late. Dr. Seuss remains my muse, but right now, he’s not been much use.

  4. WOW!!!!! THIS is a POEM!!!!!! Your mastery with words leaves me breathless. Love the “sparrow cell of regrets,” and “Happiness is orange.” Yes, Plath-like!!!!!!! Anyone who can write like you do should hold her head high with confidence. But I remember when I was shy too – trust me, it passes.

  5. Your word choice in your poems is rich. It feels warm and thick in the mouth when read aloud. There’s almost a physical presence to your poetry. It’s very cool to read.

  6. Wow, this is so powerful, and very true to Plath’s style. I love this:
    “I have assumed a slavery
    So claustrophobic that my breath is measured and
    Vilified for its occupation of space and resources.”

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