Clip, clip
Snip, snip
“Don’t say that”
Stop, stop
Censorship
“Cut the crap”
On lips
One slip
Could reveal me
Know? No!
Say so
Better, not free
Hide, hide
Words words
“That’s a wrap.”
Censure
Can’t say
Lingual mind trap
Say we
Do, well
Then we’re through:
“I’ve heard just about
enough from you!”
One reply on “You Don’t Say”
We censor ourselves everyday and through out the moments of our lives. When we are young, we only share part of who we are with a lover or our parents. We censor ourselves at work or with family and friends. A writer censors for all kinds of reasons. The symbolism may invade the meaning of the poem without being the object of it, so a line may need to be struck from the verse even if it was a good or meaningful line. Of course we can’t even find common language anymore for political discourse so there’s a full censure there.