Beautifully written. To take the abstract and make it into absolute by means of mapping, is a conceptual delight. I really enjoyed this peice.
It gave me the reminiscing feeling of the Phantom Tollbooth, but on a much larger emotional stage. Always a joy to read.
This poem might be a little too analytical to touch anyone’s heart, but it’s crafted with cleverness. I love the way you work in the different directions & this ties in with your witty title (the kind of extended metaphor we all wish we could come up with!) This reminds me of being bipolar (which I am) – the word “bi” is misleading, since there are a jumble of thoughts & moods coming from more than just 2 directions! Your poem reminds me of when I’m in an unidentifiable mood, with several attacking me at once! *wink! wink!* Fondly, Margie
I like how you stick to the simple directions, like west, in the first stanza, and also some simple concepts like "fear", "anger", "sadness", and "joy", compared to the second stanza that has more complex directions like "southwest", along with more complex ideas and concepts, like "Disgusting sins secrete" and "hypothalamus trusting instincts".
"My southern soul sinks in sadness" is I think my favorite line.
Beautifully written. To take the abstract and make it into absolute by means of mapping, is a conceptual delight. I really enjoyed this peice.
It gave me the reminiscing feeling of the Phantom Tollbooth, but on a much larger emotional stage. Always a joy to read.
I am caught in a time spiral of confusion; that period we all experience between birth and death.
Somewhere inside hides a poet, writer, lyricist and/or whatever, laying dormant and suppressed by s.. more..