May 5 Poem: Prisoner #712

Wow. I really like how this one turned out, if I do say so myself!

Today’s poem was prompted by the word collection at Three Word Wednesday: Thom offered up these three words: Escape Hum Vibrant

Here is what I wrote in response:

Prisoner #712

She wants to escape
This place, her invisible
Container, like living in
A plexiglass prison that
Sucks out whatever vibrance
Was left, whatever remained
To not so suddenly “poof!”
Itself stoically away
Passion turns its face north
She is left with the droning
Hum of the grungy finger
Print covered refrigerator
Plates with remnants of
Last nights lasagna, crusty,
Splatter taunts on their rims
Acrylic paint stains lace her
Fingers, overflowing trash
Can and an assortment of
Torn paper which once held
Some semblance of something
The jay outside the window
Points his beak at her polyps
Of procrastination. He squawks
“Stop Stop STOP!”
Heartbeat whispers too softly
She misses completely the
Sonata sounds it offers
“Begin begin b e giiii n n n n”

See more progress on: write a (sloppy, half-formed if need be) poem every day (or so) during May 2010