obsessed

obsessed

A Poem by Emily B

Thoughts of her

gnaw at his focus

too persistently;

he finds himself

consumed

more and more

with her smile

with her voice.

He can't remember

when it started

or how it felt

before there were

thoughts of her.

He is drawn

by something

he can't name.

Consumed

with ideas

to maneuver

him nearer

the object of his desire.

Maybe today

will be the day.

© 2010 Emily B


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A feeling I think we have all experienced on some level. I like the shorter choppier lines in this one, because it gets at the core of frenzied obssession quite well. The last two lines are beautiful and foreboding...perhaps the obssession will turn bad, perhaps it will be a happy ending; who is to know? Nicely done.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Obsession, possession like an addiction, some men can never quit that pursuit of their desire...They may end up living in loneliness and solitude, all because they cannot change direction.
Your ending lines, read as a twist of fate...as I see it.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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I love that you have told a story so neatly, with every obsession they encompass your whole being. The words are strong and well constructed. liked it.

Posted 14 Years Ago


I guess several men could see themselves here, but there is one, and I wonder how I even knew

Posted 14 Years Ago


As long as hope is still there, we is gonna be ok. :) Lovely writing my sweet friend!

Posted 14 Years Ago


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Very well constructed and a very strong theme.Emily,you have written here on obsession so well.Obsession..is such a fragile theme.One at times can not even discern between passion and obsession.Love at times borders to violence and it is too late when the object of obsession realizes.For me the stanza starting from, consumed with ideas to maneuver...until the end is the strongest here.I liked how you left it at maybe today will be the day.That line leaves the thread open to a myriad of possibilities.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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The short lines add to the intensity of this portrait of a man who cannot escape the Siren call of the object of his desires... Clever, skilful writing...

Posted 14 Years Ago


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I dont know why but blushed when I read this poem :-) Brings back good memories!

Posted 14 Years Ago


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You're simply amazing...You're a powerful poet indeed, Emily.... Brilliant...to say the least...

Posted 14 Years Ago


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yeah, it's something real close to that

Posted 14 Years Ago


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Emily B

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