Lost in a world of words,
Penning my desires, my love
for mankind, for you, for her..
and him and them..
I'll paint you my soul,
and we can be universal lovers,
But please don't attach yourself to me,
For my lines have been drawn clearly...
"I want to bridge gaps
and mend fences
not sit in the middle
but visit a little.."
very thought provoked...i'd tweak the lines just a bit to give the reader a little more structure to think by. it seems you are saying a lot but in your effort too much....pull the words in tighter and don't worry about explaining yourself. a good reader of poetry knows to think outside the lines. thank you for asking me to read your poem....i hope to read more :)
"clearly I will desire
calmness, clarity, insight
my common plight
self sustaining
evolving expression
of broad perception
and essentially boundless
reception no boundaries"
-->This seems to me like a way to set the tone for the poem..and also to set the tone of the way that you approach people. I like the bit about 'no boundaries,' because that is a healthy way to approach life, let alone first impressions. ^_^
"I gotta make'em
so on I go
make fence post holes
for poles and fencing
while my in-n-out
terrain shifts tunes
as a choir of colors
in clouds of a torrential rain"
-->So this is like..the way that your relationships with people begin to develop..fence post holes for the grounds on which you base the relationships..your "in-n-out" terrain shifts as you cultivate what you do and say to apply to different situations.."as a choir of colors in clouds of a torrential rain," is beautiful, but i dont see the relevance..my guess would be the comparison between two entirely different things for the purpose of stressing the theme of cultivation.
"the brush strokes
haven't changed
the painter's way
the ever shifting
canvas seabed
makes fertile
cultivation
of nuance and style
as though the background
portrayed the foreground
not glibly but flippant
nonetheless ripping"
-->right, like i said, cultivation..you just put it differently. The artist cultivates his nuance and style to acclimate to the situation, as you do with people. Great allusions, there.
"brushes and paints
don't limit the moves
the colors give
my voice their
approval and
mess my best duds
and my digs
the artist's crib
catches the babes
of imagination's gleaning
and leaves them
all over the place
as thought the friend
who wouldn't leave
brought a black hole"
-->i think this means that the impressions given off by one person to another cannot be affected by people..because they are bigger than that, thus forth making it irrelevant..?
"I want to bridge gaps
and mend fences
not sit in the middle
but visit a little"
-->you want to make a difference..find originality..stand out...as opposed to following the crowd. Maybe in reference to lip service.
"with all my resources
and I have none scarcely
rather am I overflown
I just want to throw bones
and have some returns friendly,
cozy would be nicing on the cake"
-->maybe..with all that humanity is capable of, you see the necessity of originality..and look down on the obvious lack of it in society.
"In spite of my finest proclivities,
my depth perception is off
so if our dance suddenly gets too
close, near, dear, dear
I'm not up to anything
I just don't have a clue
how to get close to you
without pressing up to you
with great hopes and fears
an ever changing canvas
and a litany that grasps
under it's own self-perpetuating
steam at God and Forever"
-->I love the way this ties into all your previous themes. Great work!
A wonderfully descriptive and creative text on the nuance of getting to know someone. I do like your illusions to painting a canvas. Thank you. Quite enjoyable.
Light,
Siddartha
A great testament of how people act and react to each other in this world. They want to get close, but not too close; and we are unsure how to do this exactly. The lines, "And thought the friend/who wouldn't leave/brought a black hole..." stick out nicely to me. We think about things too much and disrupt the natural flow of life; if we would just let go of thought and allow the moment to be as it is, what a difference we can make. It is another brilliant poem from you, Robin. You are a true artist with words.....