That's quite the feeling: That's quite the feeling about most of my writes: just stuffing to fill out the gaps in the otherwise awkward writing silences.
Poetry that carries some: Poetry that carries some thematic and emotional connection to many of the best works of the music band Staind, and also some shades of U2's With or Without you. Yet, it feels so deeply personal that it is owned by you and your muse, alone, and likewise there are some expressions here that seem to be undeniably and deeply all your own: "Yes, the memories are faded.
Some smiles yesteryear became banned yesterday."
Those two lines, being my favorite.
I would offer this expansion: I would offer this expansion on your take: Battles that exist in a certain collective mind. That's the tribal element, wouldn't you agree? The need to feed, also, the desire to be connected, how ever that connection comes - even to the extend, in some instances, of a shared bloodlust. I think this is, in no small part, why it's easy to observe one political faction rail against a certain behavior by their perceived opponent, till "their side" does/supports it. If the desire to win to feed a certain emptiness was based on individual desires, it seems to me that such sudden hypocritical shifts would be far less frequent, to perhaps very rare.
Anyhow, in times of great disconnection, this pathos should grow (which I believe we witness today across our society in many different forms and clusters).
People are motivated by: People are motivated by desires to win battles that exist only in their own mind. They always want more because they fill themselves up with a lot of food that lacks substance.
You're welcome, and yes,: You're welcome, and yes, there are always blessings. We must chase them, or simply seek them, as much as anything we might need.
Thank you for reading the: Thank you for reading the poem and commenting. The transition from work to retirement, which my medical situation compelled, has been difficult financially, at times. But within what seem to be burdens, there are still blessings. I just wanted to write about it with some humor.
A clever short: With, to me, a lot of underlying meaning. Such economic limits can leave one running, in overdrive for survival. I can offer witness, having experienced been stretched quite thin over a several year span, that it's amazing what a person can start to miss - including about the seasons - when lacking time to stop and even absorb the changing colors of the leaves.
I do fear this is becoming more relatable by the moment. Needed words.
Nice flow, with well-timed alterations: Nice flow, with, what to me, are well-timed alterations. Your expressed emotions here are very relatable. I think many have felt this way at some point in their life (this person included), and quite a few - I imagine - at this very hour.
There's both a shame and a beauty to it, isn't there? The beauty of having such strong emotions for connection, for sure.
A lot of good, rhythmic flow: A lot of good, rhythmic flow in this poem. Particularly in the first six lines.
One friendly suggestion, if you would consider:
If you alter "See, you have been thinking about me too, true / A smile on my face / Maybe see, you miss my sweet embrace" into "See, you have been thinking about me, too, / True - A smile on my face / Maybe see, you miss my sweet embrace", that could really build on the rhythmic effect you've created through the previous lines, while still creating the fresh shift and alteration that you laid out in the final 3 lines.
I could hear her radiant: I could hear her radiant voice in your stirring tribute to this paragon of courage and activism who still inspires us today. Few poets have the innate skill to resurrect the essence of such a legend, but you hit the target with grace and authenticity.
The Bard stuns again!