Ennui

Ennui

A Poem by Penelope Voljeti

It's hard to think of beautiful things to say
When my mind is filled with mud and 
The rest is empty.
But I can still look at you
And say that you remind me of the moon and the stars
Because that's what lovers say to each other.
And I can hear your voice and think of the music
That I wish I could play.
And I can look into your eyes
And see more than brown and black and white.
And I can feel your skin against my face
And pretend like your bare back
Can lie between me and myself.
I can still look at you
And know there are words somewhere
To describe what it makes me feel
But I just can't seem to find them
In

All

This

Filth.

© 2015 Penelope Voljeti


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Nice and straightforward with very interesting contrasts, and balance of yearning for something ideal versus some sort of oppressiveness that hinders the realization of this ideal. I like it

Posted 8 Years Ago


Penelope Voljeti

8 Years Ago

Thank you so much for reviewing!
whoa!
This is power-ful.
Please pardon my obtuseness ... betrayal?
"Words to pretend" ... keep distance from real feelings.
I really like this. It is genuine, undisguised. In it, there seems to be accusations as well as regrets, and love seems still to be there. You say there are words somewhere - inn the lines of your piece.
Very well done.



Posted 8 Years Ago


Penelope Voljeti

8 Years Ago

Thank you so much for the feedback! Much appreciated :)

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Added on October 14, 2015
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Tags: ennui, depression, sad, sadness, sad poem

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Penelope Voljeti
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Favorite genre: Poetry Favorite food: Mashed potatoes Love to take long walks to the fridge and write in the wee hours of the morning more..

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