The Late Bloomer Baby Boomer - 10 Poem by Richard Wlodarski
The Late Bloomer Baby Boomer - 10
The Late Bloomer Baby Boomer - 10
Shiffman's shifts are unpredictable and too extreme for me
With my mentor deserting me I feel trapped and vulnerable
Four bare walls imprison my impressionable mind
Creativity dying as censorship arrives
Principal stifling my anti-censorship writing
Tasting victory with each battle in the war
Inspired and motivated I fight to the end
Glorious conquest resulting in triumphant win
Earning me such great respect from peers and teachers
Days turn into weeks...
And weeks into months...
And months into years...
Richard Wlodarski (c) 2026
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/30/2026 12:32:12 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
This is brilliance. I tink of Lovelace for the modern moment. Stonewalls and iron bars we have. They may not be physical restraints, but they are here. Brilliant verse!
M.J., not only do I truly appreciate the 5 Stars and your continued support and encouragement, I love and greatly value your observations of how some of my poetry reminds you of certain works by famous poets/artistes! It such a great pleasure to revisit the works of those artistes!
To Althea, From Prison is such great classical poetry. And that last stanza truly resonates with me. The non-physical restraints can sometimes be far more imposing!