The Ideal sorrow cage

haha, guess who, you inspired me again

The ideal sorrow cage

we trap ourselves in the

madness and mayhem of reality/life

                a cage we think we choose

                one box fits all

but those of us with angles or sharp edges

                                                find ourselves

rubbing against the crux

rounding corners

and losing a dimension or two

the ideal sorrow cage for me

is inside a heart that loves

and a mind that is free

Reviews

[Eilis]

So often, your work has some underlying thread of goodness or humor that offers a kind of balm to the harshness of life. I find this anyway. In this poem, your final two lines are like a bird touching down in front of me on a snowy day. The thing you don't expect to see in the stark white of the moment that causes a little lilt in the heart. And makes my mind connect things in different ways.

Each time you've written a poem that was inspired by something you read on my page or elsewhere, I've been most interested in how differently the idea has translated in your head vs my own. In this poem, the cage becomes a place of release or resolution--love actualized, perhaps--rather than the dark place it is in my own imagination. It is a place where the worn edges--those things about us that aren't so palatable to the wider world--become the key to esteem. Almost like within the cage all of the things that do the wearing are diminished. It's a beautiful and comforting idea.

I'm glad I thought of it, haha. No, I'm glad you wrote the poem and showed me something more hopeful. I'll carry it with me a bit and roll in around in my head like a stone in the palm. Smoothing out the edges. Worn doesn't necessarily have to mean lessened. That's my take away from this poem.

[gram linski]

thanks, Eilis, glad you enjoyed your poem, you came up with the idea, I just bastardized the f****r, in a very gentle way, lol, throw a jagged rock into the ocean and a thousand years later you will have a smooth stone in your palm, worn but not lessened, once again you are spot on,

[gram linski]

I strongly deny any goodness or humor, how very f*****g dare you,

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i feel this cage is one we wouldn't mind being in...and they can throw away the key...
in my years of love, i have lost a dimension or two.
j.

[gram linski]

thanks j. aye most of the rough edges tend to get worn away by Life,