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Lost sometimes
They change,
but some how
all manage to look the same
Each turn
Bright lights and
Noisy confusion
Or
Dark alleys and
Deafening silence
Searching for some semblance of familiar
In a world of too much and
Never enough
No void unfilled
No concrete undefiled
Its been ages since you left
But it feels like I only saw you a moment ago
Shapes shifting
lights fading
Fear glows like a beacon
Anxiety on watch
Desperation clutches
Dread sneaks in
Hope kisses good bye
left to my own devices
Clawing are vices
Caught breath
Pent up sigh
Round again
Same old lies
I miss you sanity
Lost sometimes.
I second everything the pro,
I second everything the pro, Starward, said and tip my hat to you as well. You show us how it's done with lines like these:
"In a world of too much and
Never enough
No void unfilled
No concrete undefiled"
Throughout this swift and disarmingly candid expression, you turn raw emotion into a captivating, free-spirited, drumming rhythm suggesting a heart on fire. There's an elegance about what it means to be human. And your finale . . . wow, who could do better than: "I miss you sanity/ Lost sometimes" to summarize how we all feel about our own chaos within.
A spectacular introspection.
If I were wearing a hat right
If I were wearing a hat right now, I would remove it in your presence, most excellent Poet, Ssmoothie. In this poem, you achieve a height of greatness and grandeur that, I fear, makes my poor words awkwardly inadequate in this attempt to describe and respond to your huge accomplishment. In this short, but very powerful, poem, you have described, encapsulated, and summarized the human condition; not just what it is, but what it feels like.
Although I happen to believe that we are the only sentient inhabitants of the Universe . . . if I did believe in aliens, this poem of yours would be a perfect test with which to introduce those aliens to the human condition.
Just as. with Patriciajj's poems, it is useful to find a center of gravity in the poem, I think this poem's center is located in the lines In a world of too much / never enough . . . This is not only the poem's centerpiece, it is also a great epitaph for the human race, if we end up destroying ourselves, or our planet. It is also the epitaph of every great civilization that has fallen through its own foibles---as far back as Sumeria. The great Poet, T. S. Eliot. whom I deeply admire, needed 434 lines in The Waste Land to address a similar issue; but you have addressed it fully and completely on one page.
If I were teaching a class on Poetry, this poem would definitely be on the syllabus. It is the kind of poem I wish I had read decades ago, when I was first learning about Poetry---as it would have answered certain questions of mine earlier than they were actually answered in my experience. I hope many young Poets who are just starting out will see this poem: it will speak deeply to their own emotional cores, and it will also provide a viable model of how to do that.
I offer you my utmost compliment for your magnificent accomplishment in this poem.
Seryddwr
My goodness! I don't know
My goodness! I don't know what to say, I'm blushing and deeply touched that someone with your poetic and prose prowess and intellect that can discern and disect each drop of value in poems o could just read your thoughts on things for hours! Thank you kindly you and Patriciaj are amongst the highest of highs in my poetic.book, and as finds of course! I do owe.many thanks to.so many of you for helping me.grow, beavis, ninety, cascade, word man, healing woman, rhythm of contention, Ashley, Stephen, D moonshadow, inkstan, Burke, astral tides, running with rabbits, bern, dovely, so many more i can't keep writing ill be writing all night! Maybe I'll.add then.later I case they read this? Anyways especially Allets God rest her soul, you are all so special to me but the glorious way you write and express ideas is truly amazing to me and inspiring! Deepest thanks from this humble dyslexic who only just began to read at the age of 13.
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
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