“Labyrinth of the Mind” by Kath Mander
we arrange life
in warrens of chambers
miniature worlds
we govern at whim
kings and queens
within mirrors who
rule all reflections
refusing the sing-song
of strangers abroad
preferring ad libitum
sounds that our tongues
bounce off surfaces
all facing inward
waiting for each
note to die
in its echo
before giving out
with the next
model freedom
for privately
living the life
that we choose
even one that sustains
no true melody
nonetheless
stretching our
singleton phonemes
to dullest of limits
attaining atonal
longevity
long as we don’t
step outside
where it’s others
who make all the rules
and play music that
surely will kill us
(originally posted October 2013)
Poesy plus Polemics 
As observations go they don’t come much better than this poem expresses them. As ever, that cocktail of eloquence and metaphor you mix so well creates another work of art.
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cheers, my friend
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Remarkable picture. Even the color blue suits the self-absorbed mood of your poem. I feel sad that such people wear blinders.
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life can be blinding for some
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Sounds a lot like Fox News to me . . .
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ha ha – they’re all of them vapid
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