Monday, January 08, 2007

My hands are tied

strings latch my limbs,
tying me in knots,
making what I am not

all that matters


sentences you say,
can not change a thing,
can not make the truth

all that matters

dizzy lost time,
tugs the course of my life
till what I want to deny is

all that matters


and all that matters is....

my hands are tied



NOTE- this poem is inspired by a post at Poetry Thursday. This is my first time responding to one of their prompts so I hope it was done in the way the poster intended.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

beautiful... the poem ties into itself....a knot of denials ....

Anonymous said...

Sharply painful! Clever! :-)

Anonymous said...

Good imagery. Keep trying to respond to prompts like they provided--It's neat to see what results spring from writers' minds!

~Saoirse

Anonymous said...

I am here from Poetry Thursday- and this was excellent.
"till what I want to deny is
all that matters..."
Such an overwhelming feeling this is...

Crafty Green Poet said...

I enjoyed reading this andit fits the Poetry Thursday prompt very well!

_Soulless_ said...

The sentiment of helplessness is so palpable here; the point is well driven. A compact piece. ^_^ Cheers.