Yeah, society relayed back to me that everything I've strived for
wouldn't be remotely heard...even to the deafest of ears; desparation
taught me for a long time that life doesn't neccessarily mean
it's an unvoluntary risk taken, yet every formality in
these concreted surrounding only meant something else...
But what?
So, while time passed by in idleness, this mind had merged
unseemingly with the wind--no, actually more like that unfamiliar but
familiar song; another quick synopsis was formed...
Perhaps writing can be that form of release
Yes, this shall work divinely towards this lone structured
soul
Author notes
Form used: Confessional Poetry
In a list
A contest entry
- Woman In Unfurling Fern -Two Hundredth Contest by CarolDesjarlais.
1900 points, ended April 20, 2007, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Self-talk poetry is deep and it is a wonder to see it answer itself...nicely done
uh oh "desparation " -
I do believe that I understand what it is that you are trying to say. I re-read the opening lines a few times [at first they seemed a bit confusing]I guess that is only for it seems as if you are addressing self and we each have our own way of understanding our own language, but then your closing lines sort of revealed what it is that you were questioning and sort of accepting. And yes, writing it will eventually bring clarity [after you keep going back to it and mulling over your own words]
xoxoxo
reenie
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hmmmm, this one kind of escapes mebut i like it, you did a great job, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest
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