Fondness

This Poem is a Dedication to the Eternal Teenager

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                A strange fondness sometimes overcomes me

                                On occasion, it causes me to wonder why.

                                Like the lady who sang about her favorite things

                                It boggles the mind and presses me into a self review.

 

                                For instance, why would I suddenly think of capsules?

                                The oval kind, that dispenses vitamins.

                                Or old stamps, faded, but with neat perforated edges

                                Deja vu? Or something a bit more leading?

 

                                A man notices these things, they chip away at his self!

                                When speaking with a script at a school play

                                Doesn't that make a person feel spoon fed?

                                As if I am a child to be fussed about?

 

                                They say the body communicates its need

                                And it pays to listen, for one's own sake.

                                A good advice no doubt, and I think I should

                                But its not going to say if the 3.10 train is late.

 

                                For many other things, I make an effort to know

                                Like how do passions generate such selective fondness?

                                Are they voyeuristic? A scopopiliac to the core?

                                Then find me a horse, for this traveller, wants a ride.

Reviews

[Enigma]

An insightful poem, indeed. Interesting and well penned. :)

[FJ Davis]

Very interesting, well-written ponderings and perceptions.
Pleasure to read.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

The human psyche is a mysterious thing... even we can't figure out why we do some of the things we do let alone why others do. A fascinating poem.