Feelings Like Fever

Ramblings. Dead depressing, I guess...

Sometimes,

words are weightless

and hearts are numb.

And all the music in the world

fails to tune out everything.

Distinguishing noises 

from properly thought-out

sentences becomes a task, 

and drowning them all in a 

cavern full of pooled out

emotions, just another hobby.

While stars dance 

to a tuneless melody 

in synchronized motions

to the buzzing in the heads,

we catch feelings

like fever ...

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we do catch feelings like fever, Yumna...i firmly believe that.

But i must say...a big wow to your second stanza...yes, "the idea of the mind being full of noise and trying to distinguish the thoughts that count from those that don't"
bravo on that, because it is so true.
and the last line of "emotions, just another hobby"
that reminds me of when i first started writing and my dad, who was pretty much the engineer, said that it was a nice hobby but that i shouldn't take it seriously.
ugh....
i really relate to this poem....love it.
j.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

I've always been the kind of person who never really acknowledges their feelings, so it's always weird voicing them out, even if it's on paper. And of course, since out in the 'real world' we're so often told that feelings mean you're weak...
Thank you so much for appreciating and your words here, Jacob. Cool to get a wow from you :D

[barleygirl]

I love your poem which conjures up a stream of ideas in me! Sometimes people write poetry in a cerebral way, as if life can be reasoned out and stated in axioms. I find myself so cynical exactly becuz of what you write in your title & well-crafted final couplet. The best msgs for me are those that do not try to say: "life is x plus y" . . . but the ones that acknowledge that FEELINGS are the wild card in everything. People think I'm rash to reject perfectly fine situations in life becuz it just didn't feel right to me (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Dr. YumnaKay]

I always find it funny when someone tries to prove it to me how life is so simple and that we need to get the grasp of it, for I've found life and everything in it to be the most complex and that's not to mention the people which come along with it, hah! :P It's cool to have you agree on this. Thank you so much for your words here and for appreciating, BG. Hugs back :))

[JayDee]

"from properly thought-out
sentences becomes a task"
These words just remind me of how we cant always say what we want to but more of what we have to... to keep the others happy or whatever the case may be... its sad

"And all the music in the world
fails to tune out everything"
Truth in one sentence. Nice write

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Thank you so much for appreciating, JayDee. Always nice to see you around :)

[Chris Shaw]

Your second stanza really spoke to me Dr Y. Yes those noises in the head and the effort that goes in to sieving the wheat from the chaffe. I understand that. Like where you took me with these lines. Relatable. All good wishes.

Chris

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Aye, it is exactly that way... thank you so much for reading and your words here, Christine. All good wishes to you as well. :)

[Einstein Noodle]

beautiful .. fine use of the title in closing ... puts the best wrap on the journey says i! the first time i was in college (a particularly stressful period in me life) i would go home to my parents ... in a town of 300 souls ... with the closest similar small town 30 miles away ... it took about 3 days ... i would find myself kind of "waking up" ... taking a deep breath and coming to that incredible quiet ... realizing all that "buzz" was going on in my own head ... pity i did not have the discipline to hold on to that when it came time to return to school ... i would already be winding up before even getting there ;) i love your poem ... love where it takes me .. to think of being connected in a fever is blessed in my mind .. feelings or not ... delightful Doc! never disappointed knocking on your door!
E.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts here and for appreciating, Einstein. Glad you like it :)

[emmajoy]

Yumna, you speak from the heart as well as from those ever busy searches for poetic reality. Somehow you find words that admit to not only your stresses and more, by showing hinst to others to let them see they're not alone. You've become a sage in a way, albeit it quite a young one but.. i so wish you had more time to write till writing became a rule.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

I have been on a kind of a hiatus from writing lately but hoping to be back soon. It's encouraging really to read your words here, Emma. Thank you so much for reading and appreciating.

[emmajoy]

Don't doubt life is very busy for you... under those circumstances, you need to prioritise, Hope you can find some YOU time.. try. x

[Davidgeo]

Like feelings on an individual level, I think consciousness is a fever that humans evolved to catch over a very large period of time. I think consciousness is a type of 'melody' within the deeper physics of our universe.

Everything dances to a melody, I truly believe that. That it sounds tuneless is not because it is tuneless, but because we haven't figured out how to "listen" to all the notes yet.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

I agree to what you say about us not figuring out how to listen the right way. Interesting thoughts here. Thank you so much for reading, David.

[R.E. Ray]

Your first two stanzas remind me of how I've felt in several traumatic, stressful events. I experienced the typical "tunnel vision" and auditory exclusion, and everything but the sound of my own breathing was just static. In such incidences, we know what's happening, but our brains are trying to redirect us to what it finds most importantly, namely survival. Maybe that's important here, too. As for your last stanza, so much depth there. Yes, feelings and fever can come on quickly. I suppose both can harm us, but the latter can be fatal. A deep, moving work.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Thank you so much for your words here and for appreciating, R.E.

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

Well described, Dr.
That's how feelings captive the heart. I think this kind of feelings has a mystical nature.
Being thrown in the confusion of which one is true or right, trying harder to figure out what is going on in our mind, trying to untangle the tangled and set our mind free from the higgledy-piggledy.
I can relate to this.

Well written.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Aye, forever wrapped up in that cycle...
Thank you so much for appreciating and your words here, Kay :)

[Ted Kniffen]

Something more than just a hobby, Doc. Writing isn't just what we do, it's what we are compelled to do. We do it more for ourselves than anyone else...perhaps writers are the only ones who can truly appreciate the effort required to spruce up those "pooled out emotions".

A good write. This is hardly depressing.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Compelled is the right word. Every time I feel like I've dried of words to write, I end up rambling this way :x
Thank you so much for liking and your words here, Ted. Always appreciated.

[Relic]

I can relate, DR. Enough said. Love the last line.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Thank you so much for appreciating, Tim. Glad you like it :))