Rebel, I am not

β€˜She’s beautiful,’ he murmured.

‘She’s a metre across the hips, easily,’ said Julia.

‘That is her style of beauty,’ said Winston.”

― George Orwell, 1984

i fancy

being a rebel

 

to cool my temper

in the uncomfortable sweats

of strangers

 

to let my head

hang from reason

dangling with nonchalance

 

to chain my unease

navigate the unknown

with soothing apathy

 

alas

my faculties

are shackled in worry

 

i wonder

about the broodings

of minds

 

i entertain

vain etiquettes

and unpleasant pleasantries

 

who is

the architecture

of this urbane cell

 

because

i fancy

being a rebel

are you a rebel?

 

 

12 Responses

  1. Far from it! I’d rather connect with people on positive and happy grounds than rebel against them. I am the type of person that welcomes stranges with a cup of tea, believes in second chances and looks for win-win-situations.
    I really like your poem. I am always impressed how one can get a feeling or an image across to the reader with such few, but strong words. Good job πŸ™‚

    1. Thanks so much for sharing. I love your outlook on life and situations. I guess being a rebel is not so glamorous after all!

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