this has perfect rhythm! it lends a foreboding, chant-like quality to the poem. i love the way you phrased this message, it does not feel cliched at all, and yet sends a lurid image that we are all aware of under the surface of our lives. love it! ^_^
No suspicion of writers block here The finla line says it all No one hears her cries.
The soul need nourishment Like love without being fed it fades away
my friend you have done it once again...
You smile the face of absurdity,
Contrary, counterfeit, crazy,
Left alone, left untouched,
The soul surely dies.
where does the soul lie? what a grand piece my friend this runs through the page thick with rich imagery and questions posed... very well done my friend...
Ouch, hon. I don't see writers block anywhere in this piece, seems to me you've written wonderfully.
The first stanza alone could be a great piece in itself, you say so much there...Misery will still arise....very painful, indeed.
The second stanza, at first glance, made me think you are an actress, but upon second, third and forth readings, it sounds more like you feel like the marionette under a puppet masters rule: very desolate.
The third stanza is completely heartbreaking, showing the difference between what we display and what we truly feel. Left alone, left untouched, the soul surely dies... this is too true, and I hope not reflective of your current state, but if so, please know your soul reaches out to touch us, and succeeds everytime.
The fourth stanza is utterly depressing, sounds too much like this worlds current state. Suppression is regression speaks volumes to me, as I continue to suppress too much, too often. An eternity of lies... can go either way, us showing our fake faces, or others doing same, or outright lying in general. An ETERNITY of lies sounds like way too much to take.
OUCH on the last stanza, I can relate too well on this one. "only tragedy moves you forward", how true for me. I like to feel the heat of the cinders during all my 'bottoms'. Alone in the darkness forever, no one hears her cries brings forth great imagery, of one crying in a dark corner, forsaken.
Falling, failing... foreseen, sounds like the story of my life, as I continue to make the same mistakes, over and over.
If this is indeed the profanity of humanity, I for one, am so guilty.
Writers block or no, tired or awake, I'm glad you took the time to pen this. Very deep.
awe.. great poem .M. some time the tears just fall on def ears and the darkness is around you so long it seeps into you body but the dim light at the end will soon meet with you.
II agree with Kates, this is a very sad piece but I think the way it is written is very interesting. The way you worded the first stanza makes it almost as if the reader is getting to see the entire thought process of the narrator. Like we're getting to peek into the darkest emotions of someone without their knowing. That's the impression I got from it. Great write, girl!
I really like this, to me it's almost like a rollor coaster of emotions. Talking back and forth, this is really good. Very sad, and hallow, but full of true emotion.... for writers block you are doing quite well. This is a great piece.
Kates
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