Poem

This is a piece of poetry that I wrote cos i was rather ticked off by people saying that poetry is only for a specialised group of people ... and not the common man. Also i was rather annoyed by people claiming that they cant be bothered to post up poems is because of theft... please... Why is poetry so confined? it is as though it is trapped and restrained by poets and the reader alike... and this is not the way it ought to be. Poetry ought to be accessible, reader friendly, and the poet must not be afraid bout small matters such as poem theft... these will eventually cause poetry to be overly unique and will kill the love for poetry.

This is a piece which i thought of... called: Impromptu Op. 3, the case for poetry.

I am a piece of wood,
given a face of words,
they are etched like deep cuts that permanently tattoo my surface.
Then they begin to paint me,
caressing my body with the brushes of foxes and badgers
adorning it with a coat of black paint,
tainting my flesh.

Then with a single slam they transfer my mirror image
onto a clean sheet of paper.
Staining it with blots of meaningless ink.
then picking me up
he binds us all together,
cramming us into this cage of bound paper
adorned with a façade of cardboard.

Like a dove trapped in a cage,
I die, slowly on the shelf, caked with dust
and the magical silver threaded cobwebs.
Waiting, waiting... that day will come when I am free

No longer bound by the useless binds which hold me back
throwing off these chains, of propriety and property,
I belong to no one.

I am a piece of poetry, as free as can be,
but now, here on this shelf
I can only wait, to be let free
like a genie.
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