It’s stiff and hard... knotted
to each
other, tight knots,
I try with
my nails that are cut
in a
slightly curved line,
cut close
to the flesh--
I regret
cutting my nails--
they are bloody treacherous knots;
I have
never learned the fine art
of keeping
long sharp nails
I have never
tried chewing hard things
and too
much brushing off of dirt
has left
the teeth a bit less of enamel
I regret
keeping my mouth so clean
and teeth
so tender
for so long
periods of time,
slowly,
surely they have tied my hands
in treacherous
knots--
when you
grow, grow wild
with longer
nails, stronger teeth
and fiery
eyes and elfin charms;
for the art
of living should make the soul
an eagle and a bird of paradise too,
to taste
the wine of life—
so stay
calm my soul, until I learn,
learn the
art of performance
for the
knots of general perceptions
and
conceptions are always treacherous.
I think when one is confined too long, we forget the wild things ~ There is always something underneath, wanting to get out ~
ReplyDeleteI specially admire this part:
for the art of living should make the soul
an eagle and a bird of paradise too,
to taste the wine of life—
Thanks for joining us at D'verse Sreeja ~
Hope you are well ~
Grace
A lot of complications burden us - and they are truly treacherous. Thank you for joining OLN.
ReplyDeletefor the knots of general perceptions
ReplyDeleteand conceptions are always treacherous.
This is so true.. when one restricts their line of thinking.. their mind is pulled into knots which prove to be treacherous.
Excellent write.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
I think growing wild is a good way to break free of feeling confined. I sense lots of complexity, emotions.
ReplyDeleteWhether we confine ourselves or allow others to confine us, it gets indeed painful, the wanting the release, the unsurety. Learning to perform - so often that is part of the confining. Tense write and thought provoking. Spencer is Kanzensakura. Thanks for joining us at OLN!
ReplyDeleteWe do need to learn the art of performance...perhaps this helps us in feeling less confined!
ReplyDeleteSuch a strong metaphor--one I've honestly never seen developed...but so apt. I suspect many of us can relate to the lessons in this.
ReplyDeleteWhen i first come
ReplyDeletealive again..
the first one
who rides with
me tales me
i am a BLOOD
red
witch
flying
THROUGH AIR..
leading a way..
bewitch
better..
bedead..
as Life..
perhaps
by now
she feels
i forget but
nah.. i will
never forget
the one who frees
me to fly blood
red once
again..:)