Histrionic Modesty

Histrionic Modesty

A Poem by Shane Hogan Poetry

What makes life defined in value?
I have found that even in the least intelligent people,
an understanding exists, in which they are integral;
Lacking that leads to something more,
There is no sense of irony
in this subconscious opinion.  
Some believe they are beyond the matter of what is matter now,
Some believe life is in the gathering of matter, not the solving of how.
Rambling, yet philosophically intelligible,
The conceptual;
They are the italics of this world,
but do not fit with the realist's sense of emphasis, to be. 
 
From this, longer does the ivy of an idea grow,
my mind a lagoon, a matrix of mayhem;
It feels like an ordeal,
but then results in matter of fact.
It is strange to think
that of which makes me,
is predominantly someone else's thoughts
and my disagreements; 
In flaws,
I found truth, when I found nothing.

Presumptuous prestige makes fine points,
but also awkward gaits through life.
Awkward gaits, 
with galling silence. 

© 2014 Shane Hogan Poetry


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the title alone creates in me a very fine conflict and tension .. the grammar and rambling (to use your own word) confuse this old grey mattered beard :) perhaps that is your poem's gist .. if so .. well done says i .. have read through several times .. out loud as well .. i have to say i do not understand .. but that is just me .. i intend to come back in the morning and read again .. fresh with first out coffee .. love ya man! i am thought provoked and deeply intrigued.
E.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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You have amazing writing skills and I just live the whole thing. Thank you for sharing.

Posted 10 Years Ago


From this, longer does the ivy of an idea grow,
my mind a lagoon, a matrix of mayhem;...Presumptuous prestige makes fine points,
but also awkward gaits through life.
Awkward gaits,
with galling silence.
yes and amen.

Posted 10 Years Ago


"my mind a lagoon, a matrix of mayhem;" this said it all. Great pinning Shane

K.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

If we are within the universe and the universe is within each of us how can we define someone with 'the least intelligence'?

I apologize, because after I read just this line I could not read on x x

Posted 10 Years Ago


A very interesting write, on a number of levels, layers of wondering on a personal and societal level ...

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You get a sense of what life really means when someone's trying to kill you.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Enjoyed the read here. A philosophers tale of sorts. Well done

Regards
Troy

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Presumptuous prestige makes fine points,
but also awkward gaits through life.
Awkward gaits,
with galling silence.

A spectacular piece of spirituality and philosophy. We all want 'to be' but have not the foggiest how to go about it. And so we attach ourselves to ideals and or the ideas others have about us, the result one very confused, dare I say punch-drunk world. Very impressed, Shane, I will be following your work.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

the title alone creates in me a very fine conflict and tension .. the grammar and rambling (to use your own word) confuse this old grey mattered beard :) perhaps that is your poem's gist .. if so .. well done says i .. have read through several times .. out loud as well .. i have to say i do not understand .. but that is just me .. i intend to come back in the morning and read again .. fresh with first out coffee .. love ya man! i am thought provoked and deeply intrigued.
E.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Shane Hogan Poetry

Co. Kildare, Leinster , Ireland



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