Friday, March 25, 2011

Uniform




the denial of difference
never worn one
never could 

in a shroud
we are
uniform



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12 comments:

Penal-Colony said...

Succinct, perceptive and apropos.

Old Ollie said...

Nice open poem - let's the reader wander within.

Kim Nelson said...

Clear message, concisely shared. Nice write.

Paul Andrew Russell said...

I like this, Isabel. Concise, yet says everything.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

oooh, I dont want a shroud either! Just shut the lid!!!! This says a lot in a few perfect words. Great job!

Lolamouse said...

I'm with you. Even when I have to wear a specific item of clothing, like a shirt with a camp name on it, I always add something extra like a pin to make it "mine"!

Peggy said...

So sadly true--I guess we all wear the final uniform in some form or another.

Anonymous said...

Aristotle would approve. He recognised that a Uniform is not just a piece of clothing, but also a tool which can be used construtively and destructively. The end has to be a society that accepts every ones right to respectful open expression and honesty. Brave writing. Keep going.

madhumakhi said...

Uniforms are irritating, whether literal or metaphorical. How much can a person confirm to in order to be?
I like the briefness and the depth of your poem.

Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...

Isabel,

Very deep thoughts.
All in the same uniform at the end of life......

Eileen

Trulyfool said...

Isabel,

Couldn't be more right.

To dust do we return -- no special status there.


TFool

Ella said...

So much said, in so few words!
Well Done~