The Prison Poem by Laura arwen

The Prison



The prison is
the house where
I live
The prison is
an escape from
modern society
and from the
money's use
In the prison
the life is
slow and
peaceful
The prison is
a place to
reflect on own
life
For me the
prison is a
sweet home
The prison gives
me the happiness
and the power
to survive at
this world
The prison is
my real home
I'm free in
the prison
The prison is
a positive way
to know ourselves
It is an
hard and too
long journey
It is a
cold and comfortable
room where I
live a rich
people's life
In the prison
I project my
famous life
In the prison
I can study
my subject
The prison is
a pure temple
where we cancel
the bad customs
In this place
bursts the awareness
to live an
original life

Sunday, March 19, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: prison
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Brick 19 March 2017

The last eight lines could be a poem in itself. I could reflect on what is there for an hour, doing my creative interface with this ironic view of the prison as a refuge - not bondage. It's like a bird cage for a canary: We think, Oh, the poor bird is behind bars. But the canary is thinking, Boy I.m glad those bars protect me from those loud, obnoxious people. (I know canaries- they're really very happy,) // My point for what it's worth is that you are writing a medley of poems in these long vertical works. If you broke therm up into smaller units, they would be easier to comprehend, but then you'd lose your distinctive appearance in the Long Skinny Line.

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