How I Feel (for Parkinsonpoet)

[Tanner]

My feelings are elusive rapscallions
Strange critters
Hiding under decaying bridge pylons
In dense thickets and dark forests

They call out at night
Taunting me
To chase or rescue their souls
So much effluvia
Cleaves to their backs like leeches

The wayward meanderings of
My youth
Fragmented memories drift in and out
Of consciousness
Like cloud shards of people places
And events

Once
They were held dear like a talisman
But that rapture has evaporated
The past is indestructible
Dollo’s Law

You dread the prospect of sleep at night
And the recurring dream
Where your unlived life haunts you still
The unseen burden
That has infected your spirit
And weighs you down

[amenOra]

Very goob job i am sure he enjoys

[Tanner]

amenOra, Thank you for your visit and comment. I am very intrigued by your poetry and the visual layout of your poems at times. Your knowledge of world religions and cultures is truly astonishing.

[Parkinsonspoet]

Thank you.Another beautiful poem that makes a lot of senseI do worry for you and wish I could somehow signpost you towards peace. . Thank you

[Tanner]

Parkinsonpoet, Having inherited a depressive gene from my mother's side of the family, I have mud wrestled with dark feelings for many years. But in my youth I found Robinson Jeffers. You might like his poem, "To the Stone-Cutters" which ends as follows:

The poet as well
Builds his monument mockingly;
For man will be blotted out, the blithe earth die, the brave sun
Die blind and blacken to the heart:
Yet stones have stood for a thousand years, and pained thoughts found
The honey of peace in old poems.

Indeed I have. I thank you for your concern.

[Suz-zen]

Tanner, there is so much to take from this poem. I at first was forced to look up Dollos Law by my compulsion to learn any word in a poem that I do not know. What a gift this one is! thank you!!
Next, the words that precede it:
Once
They were held dear like a talisman

Just recentlyI was looking at what I had considered a talisman of sorts. Laughingly and sadly I realized had once it held so much value... Once....
.My thought jumps to...a quote by Keats, 'poetry should strike the reader as a wording of his own his thoughts, and appear almost as a remembrance'. This may not be exactly right, but close!

So many times you crystalize my thoughts.

[rapgod]

A good way to draw attention to the disease
192.168.1.1

[AlexandratheLate]

I loved 'where your unlived life haunts you still.'

[DWAYNE]

This is so jaggedly fluid, it cuts like a truth one wishes not to know, but cannot avert.

Strikingly eloquent.