Delusional

Dark is dark and

light is light

and I sit somewhere in between

trying to figure it all out,

folded in the graying mist

of sought answers

I can not seem to find

 

Trapped in this fog

of delusional thinking,

believing that good

still exists somewhere

on that thin line

separating the

living from the wasted

 

Only to find that

forgiveness is antiquated,

caring has rusted away

and love clings to

the final poetic phrases

of evaporating ink feeding

these dreams

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

the answers dont mean a thing .. its all about the questions .. how bout this .. if we have no questions are we dead? ;)

there is a lot of grey in life isn't there .. it fascinates me that my brain lays between so much of it :))))

i always have a good time reading your poetry .. no exception here
E.

[willweb]

Thank you Einstein Noodle and to answer your "question" yes, I believe that if we have no questions we are more than likely dead.

[Einstein Noodle]

yeh .. i think so too .. good and blessed day to you will! :))

[Frieda P]

Emotional purgatory, I felt this one...love that last stanza, it could stand alone. Well said Will.

[willweb]

Thank you so much Frieda P for your nice comments. I am happy you enjoyed this one.

[Rita L. Sev]

Oh, those grey areas where Life happens... Stark images give food for thought, Will. Well penned.

[willweb]

Thank you so very much Rita for your nice comments.

[just Penny]

oh yes, yes, yes ! This tells of that horrible state of limbo or maybe even a fugue (love that word) and its not a happy place to be. I know that I was there for about a year and a half until I realised that sometimes there are no answers and no explanations. Things just are. Once I accepted that, the fog lifted and I stopped exhuming corpses (although I do still use the experiences to write dark when I feel like it, but its no longer my consciousness and I have a trowel rather than a shovel lol). I will dwell on the lines "forgiveness is antiquated" as I tend to think that whatever the actions were that require "forgiving" will return to us eventually, and we will "pay" somehow, so to forgive is pointless. I love your final stanza in its entirety. Penny

[willweb]

Thank you so very much Penny. You have understood the essence of this poem. I too look back on dark moments to help inspire some of my writing. I am really happy you enjoyed this one.

[Lyn Anderson]

A really wonderful write with powerful stark imagery. One thing, consider changing graying to gray -- but maybe it's a syllable count thing, it just seems to read better aloud without the ing.

[willweb]

It is not for syllable count, it's just the way it came out. Thanks so much KLGoode for your nice review.

[Vidya Bacchus]

Another sad pen Will.Your words always tug at the heart strings.Things are not as simple as this or that .There is always something in between if that makes sense.Loved it Will :)

[willweb]

It makes sense Vidya. Thank you so very much for your nice reviews.

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are welcome :)

[Rene Salinas]

They say that and assuming that none of you will come back at me refuting with goethe's theory of colour (there is always a clever one among the bunch) that light is the inclusion of all colours and darkness the absence and then if machine thinking prevailed you would have been reduced to decisions that would delve in a absolute values. Yet, trying to figure out the sensation of feeling trapped knowing you would rather be somewhere better and that slowly but surely caring and forgiveness seem to be creeping in although evaporating who is to say that condensation wonlt bring them back into you?

Thankyou willweb

[willweb]

Thank you so much Rene for this indepth review of my work. I am happy you liked this one.

[MsJewel]

There is a melancholy tone to your words that is quite sad..
No nothing is dark or light, black or white, but to think forgiveness is antiquated breaks my heart. Perhaps I am clinging to final poetic phrases of love...of dreams...
As always your poem is brilliantly written and your use of metaphor is outstanding.
:) Julie

[willweb]

Thank you so very much Julie. I hope it didn't make you too sad, I would hate to be the cause of the best romantic poet on this sites heart breaking.

[s y e]

// Only to find that
forgiveness is antiquated,
caring has rusted away
and love clings to
the final poetic phrases
of evaporating ink feeding
these dreams //

Wow, wow, wow! This was truly amazing, your metaphors just stuck out and the imagery was so vivid, you've blown me away, Will.

[willweb]

Noodlehead, you are always so nice to me with your comments. Thank you so very much.