You wake up,
On that old fashion feather filled pillow that you like,
cause you knead it into any shape you need it;
Messed up
in fear,
sadness,
utter confusion.
Is it real or not?
And you get overwhelmed
by emotions;
all means of control gone.
“That´s how it should be” you say
“while sleeping you cannot harm anyone with your antics”
“my self-loathing is pretty well known”
“can´t we talk adolescent nonesense like adults?”
Jan
Re: Jan
I'm sorry no-one has commented on this yet. I find it atmospheric and enjoyable, thanks. btw I think "adolescent" would work a little betterSandra wrote:You wake up,
On that old fashion feather filled pillow that you like,
cause you knead it into any shape you need it;
Messed up
in fear,
sadness,
utter confusion.
Is it real or not?
And you get overwhelmed
by emotions;
all means of control gone.
“That´s how it should be” you say
“while sleeping you cannot harm anyone with your antics”
“my self-loathing is pretty well known”
“can´t we talk adolescence nonesense like adults?”
regards
Michael
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Re: Jan
I agree, Michael. this poem shouldn't go uncommented. It is indeed atmospheric, from the dense sonics of the first three lines to the final quotes.Critic2 wrote:I'm sorry no-one has commented on this yet. I find it atmospheric and enjoyable, thanks.
Maybe I could hint at the well-drafted anti-symmetry of the twice seven lines that surround the central question. Or at the "old fashion feather filled pillow", where the tangle of attributes allows for "utter confusion" and conveys different meanings at once.
Thank you, Sandra, for posting it. I'd have commented earlier, but the week didn't allow for much forum activity.
Cheers
tom
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