Metatonia

My skin sticks to the sleeves 

Of every jacket I wear--

I sleep so much that 

I don’t have time to rest.

The heart beats bare

Parallel to the thoughts

And worlds, worlds of nothing 

Deep inside my chest.

The conscience begs 

For sole recognition--

Even in the brilliant light

I can’t break the fever.

Tight closed eyes

The splinters of gold--

An anxious channel of love 

By the non-believer. 

I think I could have done

Something-- and I

Could have been more.

I think I could have fought it 

But no one else was fighting 

No one else was looking--

What was I doing it for?

The earth bends around me

And I’m stuck walking

Tiled halls, white ceilings--

Plastic plants in every corner.

The air grows stiff and

All the transience gathers itself

In a room, on a quarter.

Reviews

[Lorry]

I came across this one while on a sibattic... Sabitic... Sabbatical from posting and reviewing, due to what I hope is only the remnants of brain fog and not the muse stropping off away from me in a huff, like a bad smell escaped from me and seriously insulted and assaulted her nose..... (what was I going to say, before forgetting the point I was going to make.... Did I have a point even?).....
Oh yeah, but if I'd come up with the line "I sleep so much that
I don’t have time to rest." then I'd be trying to reach the centre of my back with my palm, to slap myself silly on the back, before rewarding myself with more than a nap... I think I'd have happily retired from writing permanently and spend my days just writing that line on cards and leaving them on public transport, in the hope of trending (whatever that is) and if you haven't guessed by now, my reviews can sometimes become what some might (rudely call) a bit too wordy at times. I mean, I have never been so utterly utterly insultified in my life! 😊
Now for the next line chosen entirely in random order (remember... a bit too wordy at times? And don't worry, I think it might be best to keep my opinions on all the other lines to my next read, where some might finally say of my review, that they have read shorter bloody novels?+! 😊
Where was I... Oh yes, my chosen completely at random, long awaited thought on the second line, which just so happens to be
The lines after " what was I doing it for?", in completion and my overall feel of this piece as that the end grows in strength, until it screams of the almost audible but not quite first notes, of a noise that builds roaring and growling into a scream, which strangely is a vaguely recognised description of what I see as I look at what life has done to me, every time I can drag myself in fromt of a mirrors mocking reflection! 😊
And yes, I think I rather quite like this! 😊

[Blackbird]

Good s**t yo

-bippidy boppidy posted by me

[living lavender]

i really enjoyed this piece. the imagery captivating.
i got the vibe of "what's the point" while having to stay captive in a hospital.
heavy concept. heavier emotions. seeping from each line.

[Vol]

Anna,
Hello, Poet!
This has been a good week for me, you make the third new person I've found on here who knows what how words work as bricks to build with.
I am enamored of your subject, "metanoia" and your image of a sterile, dead environment and in need of, well any of the three definitions I could find. Nothing fits, and there is no respite. Anyone caught in that trap needs a spiritual awakening, for sure. I picture an office building stuck in the middle of a bunch of other ant hills. I've been there, but I'm retired and live in the wide expanses of rural Texas, the result of my own metanoia.
A shift of perspective is probably not necessarily a requirement stemming from discomfort, I think everyone gets bored with current circumstances to feed their sense of adventure because life is better that way.
Finally, if we are not growing spiritually, what is the point of keeping on?
Excellent poem.
Vol

[Anna]

I was not referring to metanoia. Something completely different, actually. I appreciate the compliments though!

[Vol]

Please enlighten me, I looked up "Metatonia," and got nothing...

[Anna]

It's not a real word. It's just something I personally use to describe a state of stillness; of not moving forward.

[Vol]

Thank you... a true and necessary concept!