I Am Poetry

In an unopened cage,
I remain unrestrained.
In a world of black and white,
I am color in your night.

 

On a street without a name,
I'm the dancer in the rain.
On a ship without a voyage,
I'm the gypsy full of courage.

 

In a world so profound,
I may seem slave and bound.
In times of no chivalry,
I remain master and free.

 

In a room of masquerade,
I'm the inner child at play.
In the asylum of the heart,
I'm the voice of poetic art.

Author's Note

My real name must be "Poetry".

Reviews

[Michael X]

Wow, I loved this, the imagery is very nicely executed in form and flow, as the passion behind the wording takes on a life all its own, the way poetry represents art, the way metaphors open the door to deeper
understanding that would othrerwise be restrained. this is absolutely crafty and rhythmically creative.

[gentlekindness]

I love this. It is wondeful when poets describe their feeling and perceptions about being a poet. It gives an insight into the mind of the writer.
Wonderful poem. Thank you for sharing.
Annie💕

[Riding the Rainbow]

really touching and strong..well done..

[cimmy wuv xxxooo]

I liked this quite allot actually.
This was a strong, true piece, filled with great meaning and emotion.
I love the way it flows and the rhyming is well done.
It truly is what a true poet is :)

[justjenn_2u]

Thank you. This is one of my favorite pieces.

[cimmy wuv xxxooo]

Mine to :) and your very much welcome :)

[Healing Star]

This describes the real you the poet very beautifully. The poet is the rebel, the one who expresses what all feel within, but most afraid to express it. Everything around us wants to cage us, but we rebel by dancing in the rain and remaining free in spite of all the cages. The real Jenn is Poetry, she is beauty, she is the rebel, she is strong, she is love.

[Tree]

A poem that does Justice to the "I Am" ancient tradition of storytelling; when those early inhabitants of Ireland fought off foreign invaders by standing on the edge of cliffs firing off poetic incantations:

"I am the flash of sun on water
I am the clash of battle swords
I am the foam and fury of the seas
I am the fire in the witch's hearth"

Then, as traditions go on to say, more often than naught a storm would whip-up the seas, and the ships would either sink, or turn back around... And in a sense you are using the same poetic magic, becoming part of nature, history and other things around you in order to learn, influence, and become whole... A beautiful write Jenn

[Tony]

Title caught my attention-- I love poetry about poetry.
Yeees, fantastic comparisons-- I enjoyed everyone. You create a wonderful poetic journey here. Excellent!

[Fegger]

I truly liked the premise of this piece; and, I have to add, that you have taken a much lighter approach at defining something that I've, all too often, described as a 'curse'.

There's a bit of a conflict in voice and characterization in the third stanza--particularly verse #2 where you chose a passive voice in contrast to the balance of the piece. I wasn't too crazy about the term, 'profound' nor the use of 'no' ahead of chivalry.

My interjection into this stanza would suggest something like this:
"In this world, so embalmed,
I'm neither enslaved nor bound.
In times, void of chivalry,
I remain master, and free."

I'm not sure if you would believe that this changes the thought too much; but I simply wanted to offer something consistent with the voice.

Thank you for the invitation---well worth my trip. Nicely done.

Full of hope! Enjoyed it.

[Soul Magic✯]

beautifully written. your flow was flawless... loved the description of the piece. keep doing your thing :)

[Antonio Valentino]

It must be, because this was pure art.
Just wonderful really.

You need to change your name, there is nothing, just, about you.
This was genuine, and so are you.

Antonio