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TUESDAY AFTERNOON DETACHMENT
today i'm overcome by a desolation that i do not understand
it envelops me and i feel alone in the universe
it's as if my spirit is tumbling through this vast expanse
with no anchor to weigh it, no rudder to guide it.
my soul cries out for a clarity of purpose...whatever that is.
in a world that's survives on it's connectedness, I feel no connection whatsoever.
am i an anomaly in this voluminous empire, that i AM so detached?
kindred to no one, to no spirit, to no soul?
i pray this soon shall pass...it usually does.
6-12-2007
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Comment by: Walker - 2008-04-08 08:39
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This is one feeling that has remained a constant amongst all the changes in my life. Loved this poem. Keep on providing.
There is a poetry by a Bengali[That's a language spoken in India] poet, and the translation is called 'Sensation'
Following are a part of that poem-
"Those who were born to this world
As children,
Those who spent their time
Giving birth to children,
or those who must give birth to children
Today, or those who come to the sown fields of this world,
For to give birth-to give birth-
Is not my heart
Like theirs, their heart and head? Is not their mind
Like my mind?
Then why am I so alone?
Yet I am all alone."
The full poem can be read at
http://us.geocities.com/ashim2000k/sensation_jb.html |
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Ms Blak Berri, I'm afraid you are flattering me, but thank you none the less. Hey, if I'm so hot, where is that bit money for the movie rights?
Like you, I write to get what is inside to the outside. Like you, I write to postpone the cataclysm, forestall the collapse, and put one more stumbling block into the way of the dark things.
For the Light, write on. |
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| Thank you for your critique of Tuesday Afternoon Detachment, your point about the difference between separation and detachment is well taken. I shall explore that idea some more. And at: "...The first law of Alchemy is this: turning loneliness into solitude..." a huge smile formed on my face. Touché! Thank you dear Thunderpen, I am flattered that you took the time to critique my novice attempts at written expression. |
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Ms Blak Berri (what a beautiful moniker), I like your poem and I know the feeling.
But this doesn't sound so much like detachment as separation. Separation is nearly synonymous with alienation in my mind. Niet Kontakta! But detachment is that condition with different feelings, feelings like, "Coool. Jus' let it be. I am at the Center." Detachment is separation from Maya (the 10,000 things of the World), because the protagonist/you is firmly rooted in self-worth, or knowledge of the Grand Pattern.
I have a time when I looked at my hands and thought, "Whose hands are these that they should dance to my music?" Or at my paper. Or at my pen.
The first law of Alchemy is this: turning loneliness into solitude.
But you did an excellent job of capturing the lonely moment. |
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| Truly it wasn't (taken in a negative light). I felt rather honored that you took the time at all to leave me your thoughts. Your words are always cherished. |
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