"Swearing great hope, the exiled risk across the globe,
and dream of riches and revenge." -- Spes Fallax -- Lucius Annaeus Seneca or pseudo-Seneca, trans Doyle --
Succinct, perceptive and apropos.
Nice open poem - let's the reader wander within.
Clear message, concisely shared. Nice write.
I like this, Isabel. Concise, yet says everything.
oooh, I dont want a shroud either! Just shut the lid!!!! This says a lot in a few perfect words. Great job!
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"!
So sadly true--I guess we all wear the final uniform in some form or another.
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.
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.
Isabel,Very deep thoughts.All in the same uniform at the end of life......Eileen
Isabel,Couldn't be more right.To dust do we return -- no special status there.TFool
So much said, in so few words!Well Done~
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