Doodles

 

 

 

 

Doodles/

By Sami Khalil

(Had these feelings of inferiority when I started writing and when my family and friends did not believe in me …)

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I felt like a dud!

In my lonely cogitations

Upon my forgotten doodles

Dissevered from evanescent aeries.

 

I felt tawdry!

In my precious broodings

Upon my cacophonous surmises

Enraptured in fastidious poetic words.

 

I felt helpless!

In my unheard, unseen inwards

Upon melodious heart-strums

Entrailed in recesses of life’s songs.

 

I felt traceless!

In my alternate universe

Upon my scalding babblings

Sky lined of exploding recognitions.

 

I felt a poet...In self-gratitude

When life left him wafting in the breezes

When love left him lapping in the waves

When death left him mourning in past arrears.

Reviews

[Belle]

Sami, I have been here thrice but I was just trying not to comment because I was not sure how far my words can take me, yet I can't resist myself from not sharing my thoughts about this, so here I am. I can feel you completely. It is truly sad when the people we care too much do not appreciate the only important thing that makes us happy and we know we fully posses. It becomes a battle deep within if we will continue to believe in it, in our capabilities or we just let it go because it does not anyway brings happiness to the ones we love-- that each time we pen we feel the guilt somehow; it feels like needles pricking us in the middle of happiness every time we come up with good poetry...

[Kathy Van Kurin]

"Doodles"
Sami Khalil,
Each stanza of the first four lines is self evident. I felt "dud, tawdry, helpless, traceless. The humble honesty here is beautiful. This poem of your voice rising is inspiring to anyone whom has felt the same.
This line is strong and the rest of the poem grows from it.
" I felt tawdry
in my precious broodings.
Upon my cacophonous surmises.
Enraptured in fastidious poetic words."
I love to soak up your word rhapsodies.
You are a true romantic!
Bless ya! Sami.
Kathy

[Sami Khalil]

So true and well articulated. You can say that. I'm excited you liked this poem and its honesty. Wonderful you have visited and shared your lovely reflection. God bless.

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Sami,
I hope your poet's heart is healthy and continuing a creative course. Here's wishing you nice December!
Kathy

[Sami Khalil]

Here's wishing you wonderful time with family and friends. Gracie mille.

[Kathy Van Kurin]

That's nice of you! I surly wish you the best as well. I enjoy the pretty lights everywhere I drive at night and such like.

[Sami Khalil]

::::::))))))))))))))))))

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

I felt a poet...In self-gratitude

"When life left him wafting in the breezes

When love left him lapping in the waves

When death left him mourning in past arrears."--wonderful section here that pulls me in at the ending! It is interesting in layout and combinations so like doodles on a page.

[Nadia Gerassimenko]

You are a virtuoso in poetic writing and your inner world is full of life, love, wisdom. Those who cannot see it or belittle you, are envious because they haven't developed their virtues very far. Don't listen to them, keep writing, keep leaving your legacy for the world to see and share through generations.

[Jimmy Yetts]

Unappreciated, unheralded, unfulfilled, unhappy--hallmarks in the typical poet's life.
The amazing poetry of "Doodles" starkly, heartrendingly addresses these distinguishing characteristics.
Obviously, you, Sami, have risen above these deep disappointments to create high art; you, good poet, are certainly vindicated.
Bravo!

[Valentine]

It can be sad yes, and it also can be destructive when they go the opposite way and compliment all that you write or paint while others tell you that your work is shabby. Kathie

[B.J]

Hey! that is incredibly said. Long ago I used to loose myself in ramblings of another kind. I lost them to another world. Now my ramblings I somehow how feel are a gift. Your work is a special gift those you share your writing around the world. Brilliantly created

[Briana O'Connor]

Did you draw any of those pictures? They are beautiful. The poem is as well! You described the rejection I think all of us feel as writers. I, myself do not have much support either, but I keep on keeping on, because that's where my heart leads me. I love how you kept writing. You have too much of a talent to give up. Very well penned. Thank you for sharing.

[Linda alexander]

I felt a poet...In self-gratitude

When life left him wafting in the breezes

When love left him lapping in the waves

When death left him mourning in past arrears.
This poem is really moves the reader, I can partially relate this to my favorite malayalam poet when everyone was partially criticizing him for not giving deserved attention to keep his job safe, I was an eight grader that time, later I read how he went through a lot in life, now he is a well known film lyricist, so it is true especially in the beginnings, hope I never need to go through this phase as I do not want to be in that place for sure

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sami...

you wrote me here...i don't know what i would have done without poetry, without my writing...
but wow, yes, i received pretty close to scorn. My dad once said it was a nice hobby but not to take it seriously, because what was i ever going to do with it---the family thought i was strange...
they still don't understand it much, but they do respect it more now than back then--

but the muse has pulled me through the darkest times...so loyal.

and i am glad i kept at it...and from what i have read of you on this site, for quite sometime now..i am glad you kept writing also.

[Khaled A Khunaifer]

"I felt helpless!
In my unheard, unseen inwards"

Your inwards have been heard through your poems.. though in a more elaporative manner when you used sophisticated words to describe