A dream with HölderinA Poem by Tasi83The decades I have spent have given me a eloquent observation. Even in my temper, my introverted selfishness is now more of a concrete weight that I can't get rid of. The Nihil-identity of the unknowable is still recurring in my soul. Hugging, gentle, caressing Dear hands - fearful -, they will never again build a comforting, loving nest in the depths of my heart. As a lost, loser-victim, I can quickly fall into a gaping rat-hole if there is no one left to look after me. The afternoon falls into the homeless, terrifying lair of the night. No matter how eagerly I stretch out my arms to the world of contemporary, fresh literature, I am nauseated by the self-proclaimed monotonous camp. The brainwashed propaganda of enthusiastic hobbyist writers frustrates me and makes me sick. - In my room, August's bombarding heat is still raging, like in a nudist sunbed. The stringy worldly chains of the honey-colored sunlight hang on each other, while the melting, disgusting magma sweat soaks my nerves and my insides, as if I myself were unwashable dirt. More recently, self-worship with the image of a martyr appears here and there in the media every fifth Sehonna minute, while the simpler little man prefers to beat his head against the wall. The indifference and decadence of everyday life elevates and degrades at the same time. My instincts would squirm, of their own accord - but I'm reticent. Who can protect and keep me from now on?! Mindless living and dead souls run towards the lights. Their hesitant step strays between the tracks. Everyone would rather consciously tear themselves away from this postmodern, post-historically decadent world. The brave will of the few can only rarely, if ever, triumph!
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1 Review Added on January 14, 2025 Last Updated on January 14, 2025 Tags: contemporary, lyric, poetry, poetic prose, prose poem, free verse, poem, fiction AuthorTasi83Budapest, Budapest, HungaryAboutI was born on November 30, 1983 in Budapest! I studied Hungarian history at ELTE-TFK, BTK; history teacher. I'm editing ebooks! So far, I have published my volumes on Publió and Publishdrive as.. more..Writing
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