Mental

You talk to everyone, everyone in your heart,
But you’re not a god,
You’re just a woman sitting in a subway car, talking to herself.
You talk to Dionysus, asking him for a drink.
You go to the tobacco field, smoking a hookah there,
Because you like the smell of tobacco leaves.

You walk down the street, feeling the scent of lilacs,
Though it’s not spring.
People look at you, and you think you know them all.
You feel somatic touches,
It seems like the one you love has come to you and touched you.

You listen to the music, The Verve’s “Bitter Sweet Symphony.”
You feel an extreme, your taste receptors sharpen.
You feel love, elevated.

Reviews

[Twilight]

Some emotions and thoughts, are rather hard to put into words. For example, trying to describe what quaint means. People rarely refer to anything as quaint, anymore. Olde worlde is a term, which baffles some; but understood by those who use it. As this poem, says various things to the reader. The woman on the subway, "talking to herself"; may or not be insane (reminiscent of this poems Mental title). But, that could be a deliberate red herring; on the part of the writer. Overall, one could describe this poem as mindful. After all, it's as if the protagonist has a heightened sense of focus; on all that she's seeing and hearing around her. And, basically using her senses to make the most of that awareness. At the end, that classic Verve song is mentioned. I remember it doing very well in the charts, in my country; and it may even have taken the no. 1 spot. But, I no longer recall; although remember that hauntingly attractive melody (which gradually builds up in tempo until the climax). Thanks for sharing this, with us. I welcome "read requests" as well, on this site.

[Mari Chubinidze]

thank you!