I was posting some of my poetry on
Fluid Language - a blogspot I write for quite regularly - and a twitter friend suggested that I should try some non-rhyming poetry as this may enhance the intensity of my poems.
I love to write simply, express emotions through being real and not smothering my words with patronising intellect. All to often I feel people go out of their way to find words to use in a book or poem that you would never use in real life, therefore I write as I would do normally. I do not hide my true feelings behind a mask.
However I do like to take on suggestions and I do respect those who write non-rhyming as this provides another realm of interesting poetry for the reader to submerse themselves in.
So I took on board this feedback. I have written non-rhyming poetry before but felt it did not have the kick that my other poems had, ironically. So here is what I wrote in response to the feedback. I will post my other entries when I find them as they are somewhere in a diary that I will have to look up as I never posted them.
Hope you enjoy:
The Prison of My Mind
I'm trapped in a prison that is the subconscious of my mind
I wish I could tap into it and release the inner yearnings
Of a lost girl who has many hidden revelations dying to creep out
But they are locked away and refuse to be unleashed unto the world
I can't beg anymore for my mind to succumb
I just want these hot sweats and nightmares to end
In the dead of night I wake but I forget in an instance the dreaded deed I seek
I wish I could savour the memory and remember the secret I was once familiar with
But it seems I must remain clueless for there must be a reason
For my inner consciousness to take this episode into the depths of my hidden desires
There has to be a reason I am now ignorantly blissful but obviously remorseful
Maybe I shouldn't delve too deep into an answer I secretly don't want to know...
Clueless I remain in the prison of my mind
This prison has somehow set me free of external guilt
It is there somewhere but not right here
And maybe I'm grateful for my mind's choice
I'll slam the doors on this regretful wish and no longer pester my thoughts
Signed
Patricia Hilton
Please also check out my poetry on
Fluid Language :)