It's interesting how nature worked in lulling your ego. In this, you used a simple concept to make a great statement and that's brilliant. Perhaps, for different people, different things may work, something that fills them with the joy of living and peace. Frustration just makes the ego a raving insomniac. Ultimately, only extremely compelling circumstances as terminal illnesses, extreme physical debilitation and proximity to the deathbed or some such others may minimize and kill it. You have such a way of saying something...
Frank, I think the way you personified Ego is perfect! Almost like a child, or a cranky old man set in his ways. Showing him that there is life and beauty all around him that is not of his own creation, that is Ego is not the center of what matters. the imagery and meter of the poem really sets a great tone Nice work!
Posted 5 Years Ago
5 Years Ago
Thanks Mary. I've been thinking lately that ego gets in the way of so many of things that matter.
For a poet whose prose I've equated to the visual strangeness of Dali and Picasso, you write a rare optimistic, bright scene in the same great way. Your spoken style is enviable to say the least.
I like the way you have used nature in this poem to get ego to do a rethink. I hope when he awakes he sees the world through different eyes. Nice work.