I, Rebel Poem by Sara Militello
I, Rebel
I Rebel
Oh, I know who tinkers.
And why!
Must you bigoted dull harangeurs
be there always?
Your self-imposed sanctity holds no allure.
Can you be trusted even with primal facts?
Your dogma of' Positive Truth'
taints into nonsense all it touches.
I, born to play among the sand castles
of every joyous possibility
am but base wastrel
through the prism of your grasp.
Yet! Glaciers meet and melt...
The Master-Maker of innocent primates
set the iambic pentameter
of the creaturely system.
So why am I plagued by a sense
I should smile like a Cheshire cat
pretending what I was once
fool enough to believe?
Whatever the cause
It must lie with loneliness being
a physical discomfort~
sanctity a smell.
March 6,1994
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Whatever the cause It must lie with loneliness being a physical discomfort, sanctity a smell. born to play among sand castles....... wishes, desires, reality. thank you for this great poem. tony
I'm so sorry I overlooked your comment on this, one of my favorite poems. I keep so busy that I have not often visited this site as often as I do now. I appreciate that you enjoy my poems. I have lots of fun writing them and some of them take years and years of revisions before I feel they are finished and cannot be edited to say any more precisely how the issue affected me at the time. I don't know whether it's a good thing my memory is so vivid or not but I can recall exactly how I felt about those issues which aroused my emotions, no matter how long ago they took place. Even the good memories, thank God. I have a lot of memories to amuse myself with in my dotage. lol