Sometimes Titles Elude Me

What to call this piece of me
Removed of me in isolated soul
Ink upon page not born of trees
Sentiment within stains my hands
Forced into constriction by parsed lexicon
Should it carry a title though
Does it need a label for sale
Kings only crowned if people empower
Queen still a quees in eyes of the king
Titles can define in repression of verbiage
No words proper summary of my ardor
Intent soiled in entitlement's missteps
To call that which it is not a travesty
To not title an obstruction of the truth
So I stand in defiance of labored musings
Leaving banner blank for a time
Upon the spotted page by sanguine inkwell
Then shall salutation fall from these lips

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Nothing eludes your inkwell when you pen in beauty and fill blank pages with the stains of your soul. And as you empower yourself, you can breathe life into others. In my summary I see the banner of truth...:)....

[Wynter Ignatius]

Thank you Sami - this was actually promoted by a joke as noted below when I was working on an inspiration piece for another poet and the title for a piece eluded me. Turned out that was solid inspiration.

[Sami Khalil]

So true. Bravo

[Glen Yumang Manese]

this holds interest...
as you go about the lines...
of what is in a title...
a give a defining moment...
in the end clause...

[Wynter Ignatius]

I was working on project for another poet/author and a title for a piece actually eluded me so I expressed my problem to other poets I know. One joked that it was an excellent title for a poem so o ran with it. Managed to title the other piece too.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Again...always go with your gut feeling...gives the reader something to question...