Forget

Forget

A Poem by J.P.O.et

They don't understand

why I sit naked

in the cold

Staring at outlines

of tree limbs naked

Moonlight molds

As if their silent silhouette

can make me

Forget

 

They don't understand

why I cry

all alone

Deep in quicksand,

bury feelings there

Suffocate the drone

of loneliness

and make me

Forget

 

They don't understand

why I sit pensive

before blank paper

Staring at outlines

of feelings captive

Silent narrator

of my losses

I have been

Forgotten

© 2008 J.P.O.et


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They don't understand

Posted 16 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.




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Oh my I really feel this, if "they" are society or just people you know it is still a powerful feeling in this poem I mean this is just how I feel at times and you put it into words so well

Posted 16 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

In the beginning, you forget and in the end you are forgotten, interesting and intriguing. The closure of this poem is out of this world. I especially like "silent narrator". A unique metaphor, so to speak. I am marking this poem as a favorite!

Posted 16 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

this is a great piece. i love the images you invoke here. i really related. i think most writers would. especially that last verse- sitting in front of a blank piece of paper, praying our soul or our pain or our emptiness will just leap out onto the page.... ::sigh:: great job with that

"As if their silent silhuoettes

can make me

Forget"

love that, too

hugs



Posted 16 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

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I had to sigh in the end....
someone who has depth and is fearless.

how we all look for appreciation........this just reminds me again that 'we're all we got'

Thank you, twas lovely.

x,
O!


Posted 16 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

why I sit naked

in the cold

Staring at outlines

of tree limbs naked

Just a question. Is it you or the tree limbs or both whom are naked?
LOL. Just wondering! You said naked twice and I didn't know if you meant to.
I love the imagery. I do not like the punctuation but I will get over it. I am OCD or something about that. Forgive me.
Thanks for sharing.
Love All, Mejasha

Posted 16 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.


Retrospective glance at what makes you tick as a writer. Really valuable piece, personal and honest.

Nice work!

Daniel

Posted 16 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

wow... this is fantastic - what a great piece of writing... loved it

Posted 16 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

Awesomely done my friend. I like this so much... but it made me feel sad for a moment. I still like it thought. I love sad poems as you can tell by my work.


Great poem.

C:

Posted 16 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

Hi Friend,
I love this. The alliteration adds a nice touch and you describe so well what so many of us who have this addiction feel like when the muse refuses to cooperate.

Posted 16 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

That's how it feels alright, but it does pass and it's great to have an outlet such as writing at these times. You capture it well. I hope it passed...

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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