Today, Tomorrow,
What's the deal?
Why do we feel
the way we feel?
Sorrowful, Happy,
Mad, or Sad,
Remorseful, Unnerving,
Hateful, Glad?
The world spins round,
not up and down.
Gravity goes up,
then to the ground.
The apple, so often,
doesn't fall far from the tree.
I am like my father
and his just like he.
Our emotions are flustered,
mixed, mumbled, and dued.
The talent and bombardment
are many and fewed.
Love of the mind
is mingled and trained.
We look out the window
and cannot see the rain.
While the rain is happening,
we are all so blind.
Our emotions get in the way
of our heart to our minds.
Author notes
I actually wrote this on the spur of the moment as I was looking for the stapler on my desk. I needed to staple my Algebra homework together and was just getting frustrated. I felt like I disliked my math teacher for giving us homework and why could I not just turn it in without a dumb staple. I started wondering why I was feeling all of these emotions all at once for something so trivial. I then realize that when we use emotions we generally use our minds instead of what we are actually supposed to use; our hearts. I came to the conclusion that if I would have used my heart in releasing that emotion, I could have just been calm and found the stapler, respected my teacher's wished without questioning his authority and, furthermore, found the stapler. When I calmed down, the stapler was sitting right in front of me. I think I might have even picked it up and moved it in search of it. I was releasing emotion inordinately and, therefore using my brain rather than my heart (or even just my eyes), I could not find the dang stapler. Hence the line "Our emotions get in the way / of our heart to our minds."
A contest entry
- Food for the Famished Mind (NEED MORE ENTRIES!- ENTER!) by Shahrazad.
900 points, ended September 12, 2007, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I really enjoyed this one... I liked how it was written in streams of thought... it flowed very well and I also loved your description of how you thought of all this... all starting with a stapler. Wonderful job. Thanks for entering it in the contest
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Thank you. I really appriciate you liking my poem! I have just joined this poetry thing, and you are my first comment. So, thank you very much.
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