In Hiding

Just revived this one to try recording my voice with sound cloud on a shorter poem. Just experimenting...

At times

oceans of memories

flood my steadfast

moorings

yet still...

my soul

is in hiding

as the undertow

of the day's

reality

pulls me under

and pummels

my senses

leaving shreds

to be mended

at a later

time

and place

Author's Note

Reviews

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Always have to hurry it seems today. Those memories only stay for a moment and it is time to go , go, go- in my life at least.
I like the format and all that is needed is written within these lines.
Just a little bit of sadness ..
100~ percent perfect to me.

[Priscilla Sayers]

Always, there are those times where our personal emotions and thoughts must be reserved for later dealings.... Coping through a day can be exhausting. But to release it... when all is said and done can definitely take a load off. Nicely done!

[The Analog Kid]

Thanks so much for the lovely comments!

[The Analog Kid]

You just had a great powerful meditation.
I like this write, it says much to me, and how
Things can go... I think this isn't sadness necessarily,
But, just awareness of the true self.
And the perfect hide on that moment when needed.

E.L.

[The Analog Kid]

Thanks E.L....that was a lovely review with a great insight into what I was writing about:)
read moreThanks E.L....that was a lovely review with a great insight into what I was writing about:)

You're always welcome.

[Emily B]

you have a nice voice!!!! you should do more of these recordings

[The Analog Kid]

Thank you, I think I will:)

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

I felt the struggle to stay afloat.
The will to survive made this poem
especially powerful for me.

[symmetryAsymmetry]

Perfect...great poetry :-)

[emmajoy]

How true your words, and how beautifully put. I'm still learning that less is more, you have it down to a fine art.

[Muse]

Sometimes less can be more. Your hiding place...is like that of many other creative writers and artist. It has no space...a void...that can only be filled by imagination...ink...paint...or song.

Muse

[Gomer LePoet]

It does feel that way at times huh Kid. We get up, brush ourselves off, and stagger onward because that is the only that we know that makes sense !

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. i'm glad i followed emily to this beautifully perceptive post ...
. there will be a time ... when the time is right ...