I am a prisoner.
I'm a prisoner in my own prison,
because I myself am the prison.
I am the prisoner of my mind;
the prisoner of my heart;
lost in the infinity of my soul.
Who hears the questions
and gives the answers?
Who hears the melody of my heart
and changes the tune?
Who finds the key to break the chains?
Who knows the way and sets me free?
Rose Iris
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Your poem reflects the dilemma of life nowadays. Most of educated people who have sensitive souls feel they are strangers in this world. It is a contradictory poin that modern life increases our isolation.It is also saddened to say that all people, who feel as if they prisoners of their minds, such people can write wonderful poems. We can enjoy to see their pains embodied in very painful verses. Are we sadistic readers? Actually, Yes.
Christina Rossetti is an English poet wrote her masterpiece when she imprisoned herself for a long time. Unfortunately, Most lovers' of strong poems still enjoy reading her pains.
I hear the questions because I feel the same. But they are unanswered questions.
Who hears the melody of my heart? Only people who win the musical hearts can hear you clearly. If you would still wrote such nice poem there is no one wants to break the chains and gives you freedom. Because we enjoy poets torture.
Many thanks, Rose. Your writings are Wonderful.
Hello, tawfeeq.
Thanks so much for your comment.
You got exactly the mood of my poem.
Oi Iris, ma'am
Bring your prison to the prison in me,
How happy the both of us shall be,
Tagging our questions visibly apart,
Smilling and giggling deepi in our heart,
The chains will be disolved with no pain,
Like mushrooms popping up after the rain,
Where our friendship resounds with merry tunes,
Whether written in encient Polish or German runes!
Hmmmm....ma'am...I most obviously would like to invite you for a glass of "sumfin" under the cherry tree but fear that my cavemate Zivi will turn green with envy! ;-)
Hello Rys. Thanks for your poetic comment on my short poem. What a nice idea!
I'll reply in the same way.
Here you go!
Broken chains mean no prison, no pain.
The sun has been replacing the rain.
Your words sound like the hum of a bee
that looks for nectar in a cherry tree.
No ancient Polish or German runes.
The air should be filled with merry tunes.
Thanks for sharing the prison with me.
Now, sit beside me under the cherry tree.
There we can confabulate happy and free,
and nobody will turn green with envy.
i hope you will be able to find or create de key..
take care rose.. i see you when you see me =)
Hi, Fizzy. Thanks for your words.
Take care, too.
Like O.M.s said "............who is not........?"
You know, many of the masterpieces in writing were written when the writers were imprisoned. I dare to count this aming those. Keep expressing yourself. May you be chained physically, but your thoughts are not. Let them come out in the free air.
Hi, Mishaikh.
You are right, often we write or best pieces when we are stuck in a bad, melancholic mood, or when we are the prisoner of the prison of our mind.
Thanks for commenting on my post.
Just as it is, Rose. Tell me who is not the one...
Loved it. Thank you.
Thanks, O.M.
You are right, it is as it is.
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