My spirit is weary of the soap opera of my life
~~~The cauldron always boiling, stirring itself
Spinning dizzily round like my head is a top
No dust ever gath'ring upon my heart's shelf
So now I seek comfort in the simplest things:
~~~A delicious book, a warm bubble bath
The song of birds, the whisper of trees
I may always smile, but rarely I laugh
My heart delights in the love of my cat,
In the energies of nature, in the pale moon
~~~Thunderstorms heal me; Romance may captivate
But never again shall I sigh, shall I swoon
Yet never is not as long as it seems
Here one day and gone the very next
~~~While people sit and simper for loves lost
All the while nodding their broken necks
~~~Burying their heads in hourglass sands
Sipping their brews of petty circumstance
Selling the duplicities of their hearts
Sleeping away the hours of their existance
Yet deep within me burns an eternal candle
~~~Though it may be drowning in the bogs of humanity
And I shall drift through life quite content I think
Eagerly clutching to my warped sense of sanity
Until someday... someone... throws a log on the fire
Author notes
Not my usual style, I admit. But it is me to the very core. Someone asked me the other day whether I keep a diary. Here is my diary. My page on allpoetry. You who read these words, peer deeply into my diary, into my soul. Tenderly may you tred, if you wish, but I am stronger than I think I am.
And yes. I am aware the title has nothing to do with the poem.
Or does it?
*Sokarjo Stormwillow*
A contest entry
- I'm not sure. by etoile.
700 points, ended December 12, 2008, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Not meant to be read in meter, even if it rhymes...
Comments
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i like the title, it's unique and creative. this was an interesting poem, and i enjoyed reading it.
' I may always smile, but rarely I laugh'
i can really relate to that line. i havent laughed properly in a long time. the imagery was beautiful in this piece.
thanks for entering and goodluck
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Sister...how lovely you speak of life. The intricate webs of reality. The silky threads of a dream that shall never die. A flame burning low that shall one day rise high. This poem took me on a spiritual journey. Thank you for sharing my Sister dear!!!
Love~
Az
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And thank you for your comments, sister! You delight me. I am very glad you enjoyed this, even if it wasn't my usual style. And you make it sound so hopeful! Hehe, I was feeling so very cynical when I wrote it; but you found the hope and pulled it out into the open. Thank you, sister!
S
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