Willfully, they placate him, with their gentle words,
As his elevates and animates anxiously hithero forth
Retained, he supersedes, from those guttural utterances
Fitfully turning away from them, receding yet conscious
He withdraws, wishing to return, back to those ambered eyes
Now quelled by these cataracts and their natureless guises
Hindered, he perceives, and returns, only to flee
As day cedes to night, he realizes…can it be?
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To and fro, to and fro, he beats the lonely waters
Amongst His weathered mast, and his quiet quarters
He peers to the distant God, the fathomless creature above
And muddles with wonder, with reverie, and speaks one word…“Love?”
The gale presses at him, beaten, he slowly regresses
To the sky and the bitter tempest, he curses and sneers “Heartless”
Encases himself from its embrace…hopefully
To the heavens he cries, “Candor…Blast your misery”
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He collapses, on this gentle warmth, extends forth his hands
His eyes, writhe, and watch it fall, this wondrous sea of sand
And as it slowly serenades, casts and hurtles forth now gone
That gentle flow, incessantly, now alas begone
“It is good to have returned” he speaks his jaw awry, awed and learned
His hands clench forth and back, he rubs them, unable to return
His eyes dim, his heart slows, he fidgets as his head yet wanes
“Excuse me sire” he smiles, says “can you help? I think that I’m insane”
Author notes
Written in a particular...period of sentiment, I thought to capture the moment of insanity, the stream of consciousness as presented by Virginia Woolf in Mrs. Dalloway. It presents how quickly the mind alternates between reality and one's own thoughts, fact and fiction, and how quickly and metaphorically they speak to us in the way which we interpret them; How quickly they alternate between sanity and madness. Like Septimus, the speaker is unable to escape as Clarissa had, and therefore, is trapped within his own world, and he realizes this
So I say with good cheer, To Madness
Option #5 Insanity
A contest entry
- Show me what scares you by Danna Hobart.
300 points, ended February 9, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Love the verbiage, This is a spectacular write. Great job son!
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Thanks for entering.
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I really like this. It reminds of the poetry I'm reading in my English class right now. I love reading your stuff 'cause I always learn new words.
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I like this. It captures insanity well. Please edit your author notes with your option foy my contest as well. Thanks for entering!
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