Saturday, December 15, 2012

Poem

One day, I will run out of the words.
My mind will not abide
By all the rules and barriers set inside
To keep my hidden thoughts.

One day, I will run out of the time to hide.
My voice will speak the truth, untamed and uncontrolled, -
All is revealed, no treasure is in sight, -
And, naked and ashamed, I'll stand before the world.

But on that day
You won't be there to hear it, I pray.

1 comment:

  1. Hi Katya,

    This poem's common, but strong, words don't prepare the reader for the sudden
    vehemence, almost ominous? last three lines.

    I guess "that day" might be an unconscious choice but immediately reminded me this is a classic phrase from Jewish apocalyptic warnings--"on that day."

    Also, powerful are word choices like the string of assonance "I...mind...abide...inside...my
    ...hide...sight.

    Also, intriguing but mysterious is the statement that "no treasure is in
    sight."

    And, of course, other poetic ways such as the consonance of "hide...trolled...world...

    Powerful poem,

    Daniel

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