My Pantomb for Faith

My first pantoum. Thank you yet again, Richard!

In youthful fearful fantasy

There lived the truth that I could think

Those visions only I could see

Bore witness to my need for drink

There lived the truth that I could think

The fear of my imagined friends

Bore witness to my need for drink

All using me for their own ends

The fear of my imagined friends

Absurd! I laugh about it now

All using me for their own ends

I need to kill that holy cow

Absurd! I laugh about it now

But still I have a stake in them

I need to kill that holy cow

For me the flower's blood stained stem

But still I have a stake in them

Those visions only I could see

For me the flower's blood stained stem

In youthful fearful fantasy

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Ahhh! The drink, the drink, the drink ... you are a thirsty soul. Then, again, aren't we all. We thirst for that which will quench us, sometimes drowning in the effort, but always coming back for more. I love the easily flow of this poem. It made me feel like I was skipping down the street with a sing-song in my heart.

[Roland Petrov]

Thanks, Linda! In the meantime, I came across your pantoum, and I am honored that you have graced mine with your presence.

[Richard🖌]

Brilliant and spot-on in every way, My Friend, absolutely brilliant in every way the word can possibly apply!
Great counts, word arrangements, and cadence throughout … work on punctuation, now, and proper capitalization, and you might make a poet, yet … LOL!
I am amazed at your poetic ability and mental dexterity to grasp and undertake any form and make it seem effortless, though we both know this is a challenging form to compose in, especially for the first time (rivaled, perhaps, only by Matt's), but the mysterious Pantoum quickly becomes more easily and clearly revealed with each write, because the line placements will begin to fall naturally and seamlessly into place as easily as breathing, and the easier it becomes, the more excitement and enjoyment as a writer follows suit … such an encouraging and gratifying reward it truly is for reaching deeper into your talents and finding your diligence and determination to persevere … now, for that delinquent, beautiful English Sonnet, eh?

I bow to your first Pantoum, with great pleasure and humility, My Fine Poet Friend! ⁓ Richard

(psst! V4L2, make it "But still I have as stake in them" as you did in V5L1, and correct "Pantomb" in the title)

[Roland Petrov]

Thank you, thank you Richard! The correction has been made, but I'm unsure about the punctuation. If punctuated correctly, the first line would be capitalized but the last line wouldn't. Is that OK or will I be breaking a hard and fast pantoum rule?

I admit I've been delinquent with a piece of homework. Do I hear punishment? OK, I'll give it a try.

[mattavelli]

Your imaginary friends made you drink? All mine want to do is argue and tell me I'm not good enough.
I had a rough time figuring out some of your phrases, but the title and the photo helped. Ya, I'm slow. :p
It's a powerful poem, sure to send those Jehovah's witnesses running.

[Roland Petrov]

Sounds like you got it, no problem there!