gently rest these craven chains

on furtive marks of ferrous stains

and arching ribs are stepping stones

for fingertips

so curve the bones

conceal the gossamer undertones


loosely clench the cuffs of steel

bound we stifle what we feel

bound and mute, lest we reveal

the reticent ramifications

of self imposed fortifications

such redolent ramparts of stale repress

Β a crestfallen Delphic fortress ..


48 thoughts on “Bound”

  1. Oh My! What beautiful play of words this is! There are so many things I loved about this poem. And these lines,
    ‘furtive marks of ferrous stains’
    ‘redolent ramparts’
    are simply ❀️❀️
    It’s a wonderful piece of craft, Diana! You’re brilliant! πŸ€—πŸ˜˜πŸ€—

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    1. V.J …. so thrilled you somehow connected with this.
      Isn’t it wonderful how words can mean so much more than their simple sounds?
      Phenomenal really … πŸ’ž

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    1. I think I have a fascination with chains, nature and love. My blog cannot seem to part from them πŸ˜‰
      So happy for your comments dear Ivor … have a splendid Friday πŸ’—πŸ˜Š


      1. Make yourself a warm cuppa and grab a blankie! It’s funny but I forget how the temps can dive down under… I just remember sand, sunshine and sweltering 😊


  2. This is piercing and unsettling, Diana… what a message, power packed in its poetic presentation… Two parts stood out to me the most –
    this – ‘and arching ribs are stepping stones
    for fingertips
    so curve the bones
    conceal the gossamer undertones’; for its sheer brilliance as only the Wandering Armadillo can deliver; and
    this – ‘bound we stifle what we feel
    bound and mute, lest we reveal’.
    If I can’t express more it’s only because I’m too enraptured ❀

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    1. Isha, when I have the attention of your kind eyes and open heart I am beyond grateful. I hope I did not unduly unsettle you … as you know such writing is a β€œclearing of the cobwebs” that makes way for the extraordinarily upbeat friend you know so well.
      Your comments are like scented lavender after the spring rain; they are ever fresh! Thank you… πŸ€©πŸ’—πŸ’—

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    1. Beware of poetic overload. Or Armadillo boredom ….. you may be getting sleepy if you serially read lol.
      Thank you so much! 😊😊


  3. This is a beguiling piece of Art Diana, as others have said great metaphors, but for me I’m drawn to the use of rhyme and phrasing, the word placement which is the only way to make a poem ‘sing’. Sure you can make music by poetry but I feel only rhyme has the flow, the metre to read as song, and the import of the words make the piece soar and swoon. Fabulous my Alchemist friend !
    ( And you’ve just shown how rhyme, though not fashionable is so useful)

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    1. Nigel !!!
      Splendid to read your thoughts; you must know that I often imagine your voice reciting as I read over my writing. n a nutshell, you are the “voice” of WordPress dear Sir. Yes, you are to the blogging world what David Attenborough was to nature documentaries xo


  4. A lot of poets resort to writing poetry that doesn’t rhyme but only flows beautifully, because they find that a rhyme scheme feels limiting and sometimes sounds immature. But you’ve mastered it. Your poetry rhymes and flows and sounds beautiful and mature all at once.

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    1. Oh, this is a fine comment to behold, and I read it twice! Then the inner glow brought a smile and I thought … this Soundarya is a sweetheart 😊😊❀️
      Thank you!!


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