Thread: No Sympathy

No Sympathy


Aloof, averted eyes
only skim to find my fear.
Idly observed,
not connected.
Around my mouth
inside my closet,
askance to product
of my design.
I am frozen in a moment.

Where are your arms, Eyes?

I'm feral inside.
My wounds lick me
with disconnected tongues.
Some, like feathers that stiffen my spine,
most like razored pathos.
Erase my face. I am not a glimpse.
I am rabid, in need of arms

Hello, Sondra, love. I'm pooped and still out of sorts, so I've but skimmed, yet firmly grasped the surface of this. But it's the underneath I'm gunning for because you've been peeking in my mind again, naughty girl. Wish I would have written it myself which should tell you exactly how I feel about it. Will return tomorrow with a deeper reply. You did real good, my dear friend.

Big hugs for doing my talking yet again,
Lisa

Sondra, this is another one that has a lot going on beneath the surface. I'm almost gettin' it, but feel there's more to grasp. I will definitely be coming back.

I'm also skimming. (have to do homework) But from just the outer layer it's a great piece. I'm wanting to come and re-read it to grasp the deeper meanings.

Thanks all, it is a little different than most of the things I write. More minimal. It was inspired by a painting of a face, with eyes looking askance. Not looking deep enough to know.

Oh boy, am I glad I didn't share my interpretation, the men in white coats would surely have been pounding on my door. With explanation in hand I can honestly say you captured it brilliantly. I took it for a very troubled someone (subconsciously myself, I'm sure) trying to avoid fully gazing at their own reflection for fear of what they know they will see. "Where are your arms, Eyes." I translated as the person asking why they haven't done anything to help themselves. The imagery in the final stanza is superb and to me, a description of inner turmoil with the final line being a plea for relief, the courage to take action. Perhaps they've given me brain damage with all that morphine. Regardless of interpretation, this piece is extremely well written. Thank you for sharing, Sondra.

Sondra you are a poetry machine. This one seems almost unbalanced, like the rantings of a crazy person.

i simply loved this, your word usage and the powerful message laying beneath each line. This is the sort of work I love to read. Good work.

Who are you calling a crazy person, Willis? Is it me or Lisa? She's the one who identified with it. LOL. I only wrote it. Casual observer. Thanks for the comment, Mark.

Lisa, just kidding with above remark. I know you are only a little crazy. It is great that you got that from the poem. I love it when that happens. I wonder if reading poetry is like reading your horoscope, there is almost always something you can relate to " Wow, thats me all right" And then find out you read the wrong one. I hope you are feeling better, Lisa, and thank you for taking the time to comment though all your pain and recovery.

Lyric lost Poet, thank you for reading. It means a lot to me. I'm glad you enjoyed it

my best Sondra