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Wit's End
by JD Clay
Sliding down the slippery slope
To converse our only hope
A mutual agreement out of reach
Funny how a conversation
Leads to misinterpretation
It would be wrong to censor any speech
It's our freedom, first amendment
One of which we are dependent
We've found a way to settle difference
My only wish is to defend
All human rights and not impend
Your hallowed ground or your innocence
Putting time upon the shelf
Searching thorough inner self
Resolution well within my scope
Over words I will not brawl
But if I cannot have them all
I'll hang myself with a velvet rope
~jadi~
10/23/2001 Posted on 10/23/2001
Copyright © 2024 JD Clay
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/26/02 at 01:18 PM what is a mouth for, a tongue but if not to utter truths, then freedoms. What are wings if they are carven but solely to waft the air, though they seek the heights they fool no smiling eagles. Though provoker, Jadi |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/26/02 at 01:18 PM what is a mouth for, a tongue but if not to utter truths, then freedoms. What are wings if they are carven but solely to waft the air, though they seek the heights they fool no smiling eagles. Though provoker, Jadi |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/27/02 at 07:07 PM Another interesting commentary on our times. Is there enough rope for me too? |
| Posted by Ulyss Rubey on 06/13/04 at 07:09 PM Ahh Mr. Clay. Brother Cassius would be proud. |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 10/30/07 at 03:39 PM I've chosen a teaseful challenger here obviously to wrangle with. The sparcity of comments here so far for this mix of almost cliche and double meaninged phrases, linked together in a light tumultuous clatter to "wit's end" probably should nost seem so illusive but its appeal lures one over. . At face value one finds the point is: communication. In any case, whatever allusions might me tucked into it... it has that strong face value. It is amusing in self-referential quality with claims of possible "misinterpretation". The light carefree tone while referencing misunderstanding at face value, playfully grabbing at phrases, and leads to a strong link between it's glorious title and last line. "Wit's End" is certainly the last cliff we get to in a conversation and relationship.. and the resulting "hang"ing of oneself is mitigated by the velvety nature of the rope... I venture into areas of inexperience here...the prominent (controversial) album title I am referencing... are there lyrics tucked in here... the "velvet rope" protects celebrity, (as well as prevents communication) and lastly suggests bondage, bringing in sensual overtones, incriminating in some cases, but now I am tied to a literal bed, and "to converse is our only hope". (giggle) The poem in its playful swirl beginiing to end feels lightly sent off as a brilliant response yet its sterling construction also has the feeling of being worked perfectly! |
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