Conformist - a persona poem

[jbstillwater]

artwork done by my daughter, Kristen, born July 1970, died August, 1991

Jumping the frame,
breaking glass which once
contained his shadow.
He wonders,
.
I am free,
will I finally fly?
.
Sweeping shards from the floor
that none will stumble upon his
thoughtful escapade,
buried in pockets with holes,
mirrors, knife sharp.
A cut finger bleeds,
was it worth the leap?
.
Bespeckled means nothing
in the lighting of his brilliant flame.
He will burn if he will not run
a race he can not win.
.
Yet each day away from his edge,
he fades into a dimmer switch,
mourning for the broken
he can not fit into his pocket.
.
He needs the box.
~~

Janet K. Brennan

[Lisa Arnold]

wonderful poem, Jan...Kristen had talent, thanks for sharing and I am sorry for your loss

[rrw]

JB, one of the clearest and poetic of your offerings... I can see that we both look at life in somewhat the same way. I love the phrasing and the imagery you used for this.

[davelyoung1]

The nails in pain that reign in the power of the verse.

[johan]

I always say Jan that I look at the drawings you leave before the poem, wonderful drawing, your Kristen had so much talent, it's good you can show her work. great poem Jan, hey they always are.

Andrew

[jbstillwater]

Thanks fellow poets

Yes, my Kristen was an artist going to Colorado Institute of Art when she passed through her window. One of these days I will publish a book of her work (she was an excellent poet as well)
Thanks all for your kind words
Jan

[davelyoung1]

Your verse always bears the strength in your spirit that shines in your soul.

[purplespirit]

Excellent read Jan and excellent picture, but words fail me and I bow my head to your loss my friend. Ulla xx