Mason jars lined up
in black and white
and technicolor.
Jars filled with
ink and paper
pencil and crayon
but mainly with
sounds, words
and feelings.
Poetry preserved
words strung along
with sounds and symbols
into phrases. Sentences
spoken, convictions
communicated, jailed
in a jar, in a mason jar.
Glass breaking,
shards on the floor.
Unleash the words,
release the sentences,
poetry is out on bail
for it is never truly
free.