Clogged Streams.

Shushing words, no longer my own

Ghostly apparitions, echoing wails

of original selves and slurred advice

While I bump along murky eyed

half humans, pretending all the way

Life eh? Is this it?

Groping after life in dreams?

clutching wisdom, my jejune babe?

Hope's immortal, the fighter

Why let go, it says,

Suppose, pretend, feign..

Reviews

[Dushyant Thadani]

This is creativity... You include a stream of thoughts in a small verse... Great job... Love the metaphors in this work... Good luck

[Sujash I. Purna]

Life eh? Is this it?
Groping after life in dreams?
clutching wisdom, my jejune babe?

so much said in such a small space...that's a talented write Priyanka!

[Kesav Easwaran]

We often bump against pretences in life...hope is the tool to fight agaist such apparitions to surge forward in life...deep and insightful poem...congrats

[AshleeKayann]

I loved the rhythm you used, as well as your use of vocabulary. It definitely painted an image as I was reading. This is very deep, I enjoyed it immensely (:

[Daytonight]

Well done!

[Kathryn]

Interesting an new, but I really liked it :) Lovely work, with great rhythm :) Great job, well done :)

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The mind can get blogged down with necessaties of life..well constructed

[Coyote Poetry]

Easy to be clogged up. So much we must accept and live with. I like the questions in the poetry.
"Life eh? Is this it?
Groping after life in dreams?
clutching wisdom, my jejune babe?"
Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[K.C. Zbryk]

trapped in a river of souls struggeling against becoming a mere reflection of those around you. Very well written, you captured the raw power of brevity.

[msharma]

Apt description.May I have the chance to think that are these the blocked streams of thoughts who try to bottle every emotion & does not want them to flow down.