Commitment,
Do I tie myself to down to the earth and sameness, when the
One thing that could make me
fly
is my anchor to conformity?
Just a touch and I rise elated with hope like that of a
third world country
That just found natural resources they never knew of.
But
What if I stop feeling this joy at some point?
What if at some point I
Stop
seeing the joy
breaking out of me and
smashing down all the walls in my vicinity?
I won’t.
This bursting elation is one to last,
One to be my anchor and
Means of flight at the same time.
here is a poem I wrote recently. If anyone has any ideas or criticisms then lay them on me. Spare no harshness, I don't mind.
I feel as though at times I put my feelings into words so it is hard for a reader to interpret what I am saying. There are generally roots to reality in my writing, but I tend to struggle with making my feelings and emotions link to a concrete image or activity on earth that coincide. I guess this is concrete language which I need to use more.
I feel like people need something to hold onto in a poem. If there is no aspect of normality or concreteness it just drifts away and doesn't stay anchored in the memory. At times it is fun to write whimsically though. Sometimes it is nice to drift from topic to topic spending time on some subjects and letting others drift by. I guess this is what the muse write is, to let the thoughts in your mind roll by your eyes, but only focus on the thoughts that spark an emotion.
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