Self-Incarceration Poem by Hebert Logerie

Self-imprisonment
Is the worst form
Of punishment
Still, it is not out of the norm
To find a tiny bee hummingbird
Ruby Zoom, hidden inside a double-glazed display cabinet
One can think or fathom how absurd
It is to be imprisoned in a knotty net
Conspicuously clear like black ice. And yet
One is trapped. One cannot
Get out or escape freely, effortlessly or easily
Without the help of a demented brat
Rufus Colibri bird is not like a bee
Which travels everywhere
And yet lives nowhere
The latter chooses the universe
For being ubiquitous and annoying
While playing the violin, despite the thirst
As the former is seeking and yearning
For something strangely unknown
Unlike a bowwow that barks for meat and bones
Self-confinement
Is the worst form
Of punishment
Don't follow the decorum
Maneuver yourself and manumit your mind
While synchronously remain kind
In the pursuit of happiness and freedom
Don't stay quiet or motionless in a corner
Do something; say something, sing, clap, talk or whisper
Loud enough to irritate the grouchy bogeyman
Don't be your worst enemy or an evil undertaker
Be free like a bee that plays the tuba and the violin
Life is an impetuous dream
Not a Sunday afternoon marshmallow fudge ice-cream
Life is a live reality
Not a willy-nilly fantasy.

P.S. A tribute to Paul L. Dunbar, Maya Angelou,
All Civil Rights Activists, Freedom Fighters and Lovers.

Copyright © January 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.