I am, it seemsbuilt differently
and, it appears
I feel, a friction
not imaginary
Still, I seek
I think, what
we all seek
authenticity
that stands the light
of day
and can hold the dark
of night
and apologizes
for neither
I see it not
as courage
but necessity
for I am either
all that I am
or
I'm dying the death
of
pieces
just shards
of a facade
too cumbersome
to maintain
10 comments:
Like a kid in a candy shop, spoilt for choice, I don't know where to start not only on all these amazing writings, but on the individual on all the amazing parts within. Am overwhelmed, no word of a lie, laugh if you will. All I feel capable of at the moment is saying the word love, I love this poem, simply stated, I love the way it is written, I love what it says, what it means, what it conjures, what it lends, what it reveals. I love the display of talent, of expression, of personality, of the personal, the revelation and the statement, pure, spoken, simple as is and am. It is the seeking and the awareness gained thereby that is commendable, that can be defined as courageous, the turning away from the two main pitfalls that stand between façades and authenticity, to use your words, more than two undoubtedly, but one of the strangest facts about us humans generally is that we all acknowledge at some point or another that the truest colours are those most lovely and yet showing our own, all, the darkest is done with trepidation if at all, how it is that we can recognize this fact and then conveniently, though fear, disregard it when it comes to ourselves, another uncanny yet common trait is blindness, simply not seeing clearly, or denying without realizing that that is what one is doing, even for those who believe that they know themselves pretty well, there will still be moments when something someone says or a thought or a reaction surprises us, catches us unawares, teaches us something about whom we are. When I first met you here, you asked me a question, I don't remember exactly what it was, but it is a question that pops into my mind regularly, along the lines of if I could allow another to know every single corner of my being, of my mind, of my heart, would I give consent gladly...at the time I answered in the affirmative, 99% of the time, I would answer likewise, but sometimes, and of course I have now forgotten why I was writing of this question in the first place, so excuse the going nowhere with it, but sometimes I want so say no, when the thought becomes scary. To look inside, those deepest darkest corners, to acknowledge the whole of oneself, it is a courageous action, though the word, and in accordance with what you have written, is perhaps not suitable, in acknowledgement we have awareness, we have ownership, and responsibility, we have opportunity, to grow, to learn, to improve, and so the word courageous being replaced by necessity seems right from this reader's view point also. Missed 20 different trains here, need to start again, but in case it was not clear, the overall opinion is
Excellence.
Sunshine, this is a poem I think I might grow to really like over time. As I read the words, I hardly recognize my authorship, the phrasing, especially the first stanza, unique even to my eyes. I'm as shocked as you to see it appear. :-)
Please don't take this the wrong way, but these 5 feel like rambling to me. They are like some of the thoughts I scribble down in case one is a good idea for later, like my last one. You have some good ideas in there.
Wouldn't be the first time I rambled. Thanks for the feedback and, with poetry, there is never, in my opinion, a wrong view. :-)
Please imagine... One nice big red A+. And a smiley too, just for good measure.
Thank goodness it's close to the weekend. I hope yours is very nice.
Jen, thank you for the wonderful comment. As I think you know, I post these poems on FaceBook too, and this one really got some very nice comments and thumbs up. I'm always pleased when a poem is well received. Thank you for your feedback. :-)
Next week is spring break week for my son and I've got him all week. Been looking forward to having the week with him since December. Thanks for the well wishes. May you and yours have a wonderful weekend too. :-)
Then I am the 'unsilent' minority, ha. I will explain but not like this.
In comparing this and 'in the tomb,' ... in some ways, two sides of a coin... not sure.. will consider that later. Contemplating promised response...
Lucila, no need to explain. Like most things, but poems in particular, we all have our own tastes. I like strawberry ice cream, my son does not. I don't think any less of him or him of me, and our taste, his or mine, reflects not on the ice cream, which, just is, regardless of the labels we put on it. I do appreciate your sincere feedback, because feedback, all of it, is like a tiny little piece of a broken mirror and each shard gives a new look, a different angle on a reality none of us can see clearly. As I said before, there is no right and wrong view of a poem and, on this blog, there is no need to explain or defend a view that is uniquely yours. I love all the views, and that includes yours. I am flattered you give your time and make the effort to comment. For that, I am appreciative. :-)
Don't you know by now that I lust for the linguistic challenge? ;-) I've yet to pencil my response. Sidetracked by prior nagging poems of my own and by your 'knight.' But I always deliver on my promises. You aren't hoping I'll forget or shut up about it, are you? :-)
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