Against Hidden Poems








Against Hidden Poems





We then Sojourned
to that paradise
in your mind.



Somebody said,
"It is earthly."



We then mourned
these bleak eyes
in my mind.



Somebody has said,
"Who's that somebody?"



We join the Excursion
so we fantasize
but never to find



this mystical point
of view, "Have we?"








Author's Notes/Comments: 

Reedited (08.04.2023):


I have reedited typographical/linguistical/semantical errors in the comment section that have experienced some anomalies..for clarity, or for reducing any ambiguations.

lyrycsyntyme's picture

Beautifully written, and very

Beautifully written, and very thought provoking.

tula's picture

Thank you, sir. Thank you, Starward, as well.

I appreciate your comments and honesty.  (I apologize, but I'd rather

address both of you in one comment box since my reply button is missing in the other comment section/box for some reason, a possible technical problem).


Yes, Starward.  Arigatou!  (I use Japanese sometimes out of habit due to my work environment and while I also study some of the Japanese ways in this respect).  You got the selfsame idea.. since I do study linguistics in the general sense  (informally).  (I have tried hard to come up with this particular one as I have been reading about prose poems until the thought of creating a poem out of the blue ensued and in relation to other subfields of Linguistics..encompassing many technical terms in the "semantic field"..including how in the Anglophone world distinguish between hypernyms and hyponyms, etc.)  Your commentary is profoundly exact as it was my intention for this poem (with the help of the also help me in discovering linguistical/semantical subject matter.  More so.)  Such prowess, especially upon quoting one of the renowned bards in Poetry, and its literariness have always been well-received..and especially the honest criticisms that, I thought, subsequently could pique interest among language learners like me (concerning cultural variances viz. of a vernacular, lexicology, linguistic histories and whatnot).  Being an immigrant could be a challenge, because of the language barriers that affect complex situations.  And, thus, I am humbled whenever you have graced my comment section and for viewing some of my works.  (They are in many different forms of linguistic expression, yes.  But by such an acuity, we now know the primary reason of this poem, if not its sheer essence.)  Bye for now.

I must read between the lines.



-Anonymous Starseed in

S74rw4rd's picture

I really admire this poem. 

I really admire this poem.  The great American Poet, Wallace Stevens, said that a poem should resist the reader's intelligence, and this one does so---and that is a good thing.   This poem is talking about some kind of mysterious process, but it does not reveal the process at all.  There is only the evocative tone that lets the reader know that there is more here than meets the eye, but that more is not disclosed.  Like I said, I really admire this one.

Starward in process of becoming J-Called