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The Decaying of My Days
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The Wanderer Though I soak in self-loathing
And drench myself in regret,
My desires grow in rage and moaning.
As my hair withers to grey,
I am reminded of all I have missed
Sitting, silencing the world as an aging cliche.
Love has never been too kind.
Maybe, due to the fault of mine,
Only seeing my scars, I was blind.
It is life that has been cruel.
Mocking me with its finest offering,
I am left as nothing more than a fool.
And, as I lie in the middle of my wake,
I think of all the feelings I should forsake.
To renew and let forgiveness be my only truth.
By now, it is too late, I have wasted my youth.
This bears a second comment.
This bears a second comment. Previously I mentioned the likeness to the Quartets, but I was so impressed that I forgot also to mention the supreme technique with which you follow the form and make your rhymes.
Starward
I appreciate it greatly!
I appreciate it greatly! Thank you :)
Another entropic poem, another triumph
I am starting to see a common thread running through some of your poems, reminding me of parts of Eliot's Four Quartets.
Starward
Oh god, I love Four
Oh god, I love Four Quartets. It is just absolutely brillant. The very first time I read it, I was in complete awe. The ideas and concepts, the structure, it was unlike any thing I had ever read before. I think it surely made an impression on me; it's definitely something worth aspiring to. Thank you for your comments :)!
I began to read Eliot my
I began to read Eliot my freshman year in college, but threw him over for Stevens at the beginning of my Junior year. One thing I disliked was Eliot's enormous arrogance as a critic, and at that time his star was still high at some colleges, whereas Stevens was only beginning to get the scholarly attention he had earned. Now I have come to a different understanding. I think Eliot's criticism was something like my Tanka---a chance to work in a form that is not the main poetry. At least half of my poetry is probably Tanka, although I am not ambitious to be remembered for those, only for the other ones. But the Tanka do two things---they keep the flame going between poems, and they compel me to notice things I do not otherwise notice, or to learn to say something succinctly (as thirtyone syllables is not a lot of space). A champion runner does not just run races; he or she runs daily or whatever to stay in shape. I think Eliot's criticism, bad as a good bit of it was, helped his mind to stay in shape for his poems; just as I thnk my Tanka helps me to stay in shape for my other work.
Starward
Oh, your imagery so heavy
Oh, your imagery so heavy with regret is absolutely mesmerizing.
thank you so much! :)
thank you so much! :)
Love has never been too
I like the way you worded this. Although it is really simple and possibly overlooked, it has a huge meaning.This happens to so many people, including myself at times. People notice the negatives and it henders them from experiencing the positives. But once somebody realizes they are doing it, they can change and it brings a new perspective to their lives.
Thank you for understanding
Thank you for understanding the pupose! Sadly, I feel many others didn't. :P And, I completely agree. I believe awareness is the only necessary step to liberation.
Wow that was really good,
Wow that was really good, sometimes I feel like I could of done more when I was young, no regrets though but the what ifs
thank you :))... and i used
thank you :))... and i used to think of the what ifs (maybe i was a little regretful too though) and it just kind of killed me.... personally, i can't think that way... it starts to wane on my hope...
I really like this. It really
I really like this. It really describes life in general, and the passing of time. I love it! It means a lot to my life.
Thank you... I really
Thank you... I really appreciate your comment :)))
Excellent and profound
I felt this poem in my heart. Many of the lines left a haunting feeling sweep over me....one of the many feelings you evoke in this piece. Is the old green bay a place you would go to think? What is lifes jewel, lifes finest offering? I like both wordings. The piece really comes full circle when those last 2 lines are delivered. Very powerful indeed..and I would chance a guess the jewel is love. Outstanding poem...truly.
yay i'm so glad you liked it!
yay i'm so glad you liked it! :) ya the old green bay is some place this old man (as i specifically thought of him) would just think and waste time thinking secluding himself from life and people.... it's also an allusion to do not go gentle into that good night...... and yes life's offereing or jewel (havent decided which i like better yet xD) is about love and this person never be able to experience it because he was been to busy worrying about his hardships..... thank you again :))
I Love This Poem
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"...As my hair withers to gray,
I am reminded of all I have missed..."
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Also I am reminded of the things encountered and experienced with joy or sadness, no matter - it is what live is and it was all good (with a bit left to do and hopefully not miss). :D ~ Thoroughly enjoyed this one! ~Star~
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thank you so much :)!!
thank you so much :)!!