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How I Feel (for Parkinsonpoet)

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    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

    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

  • #2
    Very goob job i am sure he enjoys


    • #3
      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.


      • #4
        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


        • #5
          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.


          • #6
            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:
            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.


            • #7
              A good way to draw attention to the disease
              Last edited by rapgod; 06-10-2017, 02:22 AM.


              • #8
                I loved 'where your unlived life haunts you still.'


                • #9
                  This is so jaggedly fluid, it cuts like a truth one wishes not to know, but cannot avert.

                  Strikingly eloquent.