A game of shame
a shame game.
Solitaire.
I’m game if you’re game
are you (game)
little rabbit?
Can two play?
Dirty names
Sick, lame, filthy, fat,
shame
I’ll show you yours, if you show me mine,
SHAME
that is.
My secret
consciousness
MINE
alone
Small and smelly
down
beneath
From mother to daughter
I do bequeath:
the shame of before
under the floor
close to shore
go to war.
I am
shame,
always the same.
I’ll show you the rules of this tight little game
COME ON
play with me!
It’s not so fun without the pain,
always the same
all ways the same.
~
~
shame finger pointed
a smoke screen activated
two can
not play
shame,
a
personal
denial.
only one may decide
only one
can play.
Shame
a
personal
hand
held to chest
a flush
of love
of self
What AM I
?
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This was a really interesting poem. I could be wrong (I often am), but I thought this was about masturbation, and how we’re supposed to be ashamed of sexuality, etc. If I read it wrong, I apologize. I very much like the rhythm and sound and the vertical shape of the poem. It’s one of those poems that you read twice and then some. Thanks for posting.
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it is about everything we call shameful, masturbation is definitely high on that list! and the poem works in that way….the aloneness but for our willing bed partner shame…..
I was also thinking about how we so easily say ‘thats a shame’ when something isn’t what we think it should be
and how very personal shame is….thanks for spending time with my words, I am always interested in others interpretations! great x
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WOW … that’s really an amazing poem. Your use of words here is really incredible. And the artwork you used is awesome with it. I really loved this post.
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well I LOVE that you love it! xxx
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Hi! I’m just wondering, how do you know what’s on my mind when you write these poems? 😎 Another powerful piece!
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Because I Am you xxxx
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Great poem!
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thanks xx
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Sometimes I feel that way. . .about masturbation, and I agree with Mr. Dark Landscape up there on post 1. . .
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I used EFT (an acupressure tapping technique) to deal with a lot of that weird almost religious guilt, associated with something so normal…look it up it is amazing!
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I liked this…a fantastic juxtaposition of playfulness and shame.
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yes, a lot of FUN to be found in the so called ‘shameful’!
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The devil within us all as we pass our shameful believes and ideals down from generation to generation if we don’t break the cycle. Using our bodies as a personal playground definitely is a devil’s deed among many other deeds we do in a day. 🙂
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i think the thought or pain that drives an act is the thing to be considered…..releasing ourselves from fabricated bonds and passing freedom to be love through the b=generations has GOT to be more powerful!
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Love is definitely more powerful then that demon with in us and the devil’s deeds because God is Love. If we pass love and release ourselves from the bonds that tie us to the demons then we are in turn defeating our demons and breaking the cycle, except, everyone has a different idea of what love is. Sometimes one persons love is another person’s bondage
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mostly! I believe we are always, to a degree, bound when we adhere to another’s idea of love or anything…self-awareness and conscious choice play a huge part in our personal freedom!
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It felt like looking in the mirror and struggling with your own conscious. Very nicely written.
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thanks…it is all about looking at the self for me…even when I think i am judging another i KNOW it is just me again…:-)
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🙂
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Very interesting! And true… it is solitary and personal whether we try to make others feel it or they try to make us. Deep. Hmmh… now you have me wondering what I am ashamed about. 🙂 Thanks for sharing.
Love the painting!!!
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haha that was my intention really to….make people want to inspect and hopefully wave off their so called ‘shame’ u r cool xxx
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hahaha i should have known. 😉 🙂 🙂 xoxo
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Wow, this poem really makes you think! I thought it was about the stigma of abuse and how it goes on … and on … unless Somebody speaks up to stop it.
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Thanks for going back and taking a look at this one. It was written with that in mind…that sometimes abuse is so unconscious as to be seen as normal..
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