Mannington

Written pre DELETION day so I cant remember what I said here. Mannington is one of my many nicknames, I have hundreds due to an usual name.

Mannington

 

The dawn comes
some
days
I
smile.

 

 

The night comes
some
nights
I

weep.

 

I look for doggy, for I steal his comfort, teddy bear comfort.

 

Words come, emotion spreads,
How many questions can be answered?

 

It never will be easy,
Don't you see? why don't you see? no-one can see.

 

Blanket days,
Strange ways,
She prays.

 

How much?
How much would you give for one moment,

An answer, a time, something.

 

There is a need,
A thirst that will never be quenched,
But still the dawn comes.

 

Some days I Smile.

Author's Note

This was a new direction for me, I think I said maybe its shite? January 2008

Reviews

[J]

I especially liked your opening two strophes; it set the tone for me. And the way it was lineated made me linger over each word far more.

And... we all look for comfort on dark, lonely days, don't we? I sure do. And do people know? Only if you tell them, I guess... something I hardly ever do, and so it seems, is something you hardly do either, instead, writing it out because it's the only way.
J

[Celtic Cat]

nope, not shite at all. It's amazing. Firstly, you pulled me in like I fell into a vat of glue on which I lay on a bed of white liquid...lounging...like a thick water bed....taking it all in...the words, the thoughts, the emotions, the questions, the interesting twists. Love that Mannington is actually your nickname, thought I was coming to read a "place" piece...happy to find it wasn't so. The second stanza is equally as mesmerizing as the first. Then, you bring in doggie...teddy bear comfort, and I'm suddenly whooshed up out of your poem and into yesterdays visit to the pet shop, where my man and I separately fell in love with the same doggie. I didn't even know he'd seen her, as he was walking up ahead of me (I had to look into every little puppies cage) and when I reached the end I saw her. I spent 10 minutes in front of that cage, her looking at me, me looking at her. My paws on the glass...her paws on the cage. A bark, some words, a happy look, a sad look. Anyway, we can't have a dog. : ( But, lovely, lovely, heart-felt line!!!!! sorry...got a little off the page there!
Then...BAM...words come emotions spread, how many questions can be answered? This is universally encompassing, and I found myself lingering in these lines for quite a bit. Words come, emotions spread. How vividly painted...could be harsh, could be wonderful...could be...put me in my own wonder...knowing there's too many questions that will never be answered. A sadness washes over.
"It will never be easy" stanza is another piercing blow to the heart and senses. How right! How true! What the f*ck are we going to do??? Don't you see...why don't you see...no one can see.....arrrrrrrrrrgh. How painstakingly fierce, how unkind, how ungodly, how bitterly human.
Blanket days, strange way, she prays. This is beautiful. It pulls me back out of the un-comfort zone and into a sunny day on a blanket in the grass. Strange ways....makes me wonder more about the girl on the blanket! Also, makes me think the girl on the blanket and I would probably get along well, as I've some strange ways myself! She prays. It's such a simple phrase, yet fully loaded. Awesome.
"How much" stanza throws me back into myself again. How much indeed...and for what exactly? Makes me want to rethink my life and it's directions, it awakens all past wonders and they jumble, fighting for superiority. Pick me, pick me!!! An answer, a time, a something.
There is a need, a thirst that will never be quenched, but still the dawn comes. Woah, it's getting deep in here! (not that this is where the deepness begins, by any means!!) How utterly gutteral. I mean, I can literally feel it in my gut.
Some days I Smile...and right back to center. F*cking fantastic. Sorry for cussing on your page! Twice. hangs head...no excuse for it. But notice I'm not deleting... huh. Some things just rile up a good f*ck. OK, now I'm going. Thrice. gah!

[RAWR!]

this sounds like a song.

perhaps its cause i am listning to piano music right now but this was very nice indeed.
i thought this was brilliant, i like this way of writing, it has a echo, reverb, chorus effect.

very well written.
oh and i love the ending.

"Some days I Smile."

[poddar kushal]

you shall be forgiven if you write quite often like this. wonderful writting which leaves me deeply hollwed that one feels when he faces avast and glorious force. your writting is that force.

[Shane Patrick]

Mannington... the core of this is very guarded.. I like this dance through the word play, it lightens the page as to which it floats into my senses. this direction is very new for you yes but fits you better than any piece you have written atleast what I know of you... and I hope I know you very well, this circles your soft caring persona.. I know this was not easy to write... but it is who you are... There is a need,
A thirst that will never be quenched,
But still the dawn comes.
very well done my friend..

[Raef C. Boylan]

It's great when writers experiment with different styles; one of the best things about the Cafe (in my opinion) is that we are given the confidence to do that through other people's work.
I think you've done a good job of this; it's intriguing and enjoyable to read. Even though it's 'free flow', you haven't allowed for lazy writing, which is good - some people use it as an excuse to be vague/random, whereas there is a theme here, shown by the repetition of a concept: "some days I..."

"I look for doggy, for I steal his comfort, teddy bear comfort" - a source of both intrigue and amusement.

Overall, good write.
I had a sense that Manoosh was your real name, unusual as it is.

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

What a wonderful flow and rhythm to this piece. Plus the words are telling and forthright about yourself. Thank you for sharing. Lovely work. Quite enjoyable.
Light,
Siddartha

[Bubo]

I love free form, and C Boylan is a remarkable writer.........you have done a wonderful write here,
The title is great, stamps you all over it, and the words of course are where we have all been.........
looking for comfort and searching for answers.
And the need and thirst are never quenched, very wise..........loved the fall and flow...........

I look for doggy, for I steal his comfort, teddy bear comfort.

Words come, emotion spreads,
How many questions can be answered?

Well done!

[BrightEyes]

there is something about this free form poetry that allows such new directions and nuances. this has an interesting flow...the subject matter speaks to everyone. don't we all have those days and nights? on a deeper level it seems to speak of depression...and those bright days that still break through at times. definitely not shite (I love that word too...we don't hear it much in America)...BTW...I adore your name!

laura

[Zane Mathias]

IT IS NOT! i really like it. the direction is different but smooth and fresh. and at night it is lonely and seems morning shall never come but like you said but hte dawn still comes. Great Write and keep up the great work.

P.S. : we write to start we write to release we write to be different- but we never wrote to complete- just and open chapter.