eight lines

another poem from my mature angst period

                                              

                                          last weeks rose discarded as paper

                                          besides in shadow it has no importance

                                          I'm tempted by it's fatal limp image

                                          discarding all decor about my hollow pity

                                          the moment exists no change is required

                                          trapped by honour my time rages critical

                                          who will care when it's symmetry fails?

                                          I cant be my vacuums shocked omission 

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

"eight lines"
Michael Oliver,
Experience once real now faded:
"Last weeks rose discarded as paper
besides in shadow it has no importance
I'm tempted by it's fatal limp image"
But the process of healing takes time
within memory's process"
"trapped by honor my time rages critical
who will care when it's symmetry fails?"
The area once filled with former life feels like a vacuum within the soul:
"I cant be my vacuums shocked omission"
I identify with this rendering of flashback time lapse of the mind-experience and soul's memory of past life.
Blessings and I wish you a lovely December and Merry Christmas!
Kathy

[The Verse: A Poetry Jou..]

Interesting, but confusing. Too many emotions all at once, perhaps I am reading it wrong or it is your style. Don't know.

[Carlton Carr]

Michael, when I read your words I always feel something. Or rather I always have a flickering series of feelings; like watching an old black and white movie; or looking at a collage where all the images have run into each other. I look forward to those experiences,