The Thought

I was in a deep dark place when this came out of me. I found counting syllables to be therapeutic. The idea that what we consider to be moral is carried in a bag. Heavy bag is a burden.

Heavy is the thought
Of decisions weighed
And emotions caught
In the obesity of morality.
The thinning of fidelity.
Of hopes and dreams for naught.

Smothered is the thought
Of flaming energies
And ideas that are not
In the vacuum of my heart.
The prison of my mind.
Of battles waged and tears fought.

Fearful is the thought
Of challenges great
And destinies plot
In the travels of life.
The competition of love.
Of success forever being sought.

Painful is the thought
Of memories past
And hurts wrought
In the expansion of self.
The torture of giving.
Of gifts gone never to be brought.

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'The Thought'
William Michael Reeves,
I felt as if this spoke of the layers of life lived long full of hopes, dreams, experiences. Emotions, Energies ;the list goes on. Each paragraph as if viewing through a looking glass and the thing is we all get it because we all live in our own realities on this earth. Are we more alike than different?
Bless you today.
Kathy

[William Michael Reeves]

I like to think (thought) we are as alike as we are different. Poetry would be pretty dull if we're all cut by the same cookie cutter. Our poems could be considered cookies. Baked to taste. Some uncooked. I like my cookies a little burnt! Thanks Kathy!

Bill

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Bill,
It's neat to take in the realities of one anothers thoughts. Keep coming back and saying yea I get you! Well I hope your are finding inspiration and beauty in this Spring time.

[Red Brick Keshner]

An amazing force of movement it the cadence of its lines. This poem stirs and drives on. And in the expansion of self, the tortured giving births and reflects. Thanks for sharing, Bill.

[William Michael Reeves]

Back to the beginning. Thanks. You got a pretty good dose of billigami. As a caregiver for 43 years now looking back on the burn, at least I'm not out. But I was writing about more than caregiver burn out, just didn't realize it at the time. Thanks for touring my pages. It can be a roller coaster of a ride!

[Red Brick Keshner]

Oh, that explains this period and themes on your poetry. My best man is currently on stress leave after burning out being a caregiver for the whole duration of the pandemic lockdowns. Palliative geriatric nursing. Another good friend of mine has retired from the same field and is now a part time community radio announcer. You're right, it can be a roller coaster ride!

[M. J. Smith]

Random... And yet not! Are channeling the coffee house poets of the 1950"s? :)
Well done, Good Sir.

[William Michael Reeves]

I recited this for someone 35 years ago and they said it was genius. I believe that is when I got hooked but still never really shared till I joined the cafe. I was scared wondering what poem would I present first and even though this didn't get any response I still feel like it represents my 'style'. I like the whole write a line, then make the rest of the stanza relate to that....thought. Thanks for coming back to the beginning. Stay on the ride, it's a roller coaster of emotion and subjects.

[M. J. Smith]

That I will, my friend. That I will. Thank you for inviting me.

[Einstein Noodle]

William! you make me laugh about counting syllables as therapeutic .. it accents one of the many differences human beings share ;) as i have shared with you already .. strict forms give me a headache but are a necessary platform to stray from ... the repetition works says i! our thoughts can be all those things and are triggers for emotions past and present .. and even the future .. who has not felt at least twinges of depressions and disappointments in life .. i think your poem paints what you were going through very well ... i read it twice to try and find some ray of light ..but there is none .. so nice job says i! we come out of such things stronger .. or we can do a deep dive into the murk .. peace and love sir!
E.

[William Michael Reeves]

Not a shred of light. I was headlong into a whirlpool of darkness when I wrote this but swam out and resolved it all with who this was for. Interesting that this is the first review for the first poem I posted. Glad you took the time to start at the 'top'.

[Einstein Noodle]

i usually do when i meet someone new .. our "voices" sometimes change over time and some do not ... it helps me get to "know" friends a bit better .. right here at the Cafe' ;)