Take me from the room
where a face defines a soul.
For, they think they know;
They say it is easy to see the truth.
But when the mouth does not work
the ears become more open.
And when the eyes do not work,
Touch is key.
We cannot see a soul
Nor can we touch it.
The interior, which the spirit inhibits,
Touches the color and sees the wind
Listens to the body, breathes in the city lights,
Tastes the sun on her tongue.
For the greatest conversation is not the clearest
It is not meant to be shown to eyes,
ears, taste, senses.
The spirit has a much wider perspective
than the suit.
No, do not take me from the room.
I will go myself.
I really like the figurative language you used and how you tied the poem back to the metaphor from the beginning- it's very insightful and open to interpretation.
ReplyDeleteI love how descriptive your poem is, it makes me really imagine what you're saying and see it in my head.
ReplyDeleteThis is very interesting. There is a lot of strong imagery and the concept is pretty unique.
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