The poem floated my boat. Once, as a boy I stood on the porch watching raindrops fall form the eaves. I don't know at what point I came to believe the raindrpops were stationary and I was rising, but I do know at that point I fell off the porch. You poem knocked me off the porch
You communicate such a great tranquility.
This is indeed a very pleasurable read.
Sometimes we all ,, drift away, haha :) , and the feeling is just as you described it.
I can almost relate to this; I too find myself so lost in my own world so much so that I can't swim to shore soon enough as they're reaching for me. Well written!
Write hard!
G.
this reads so well. the tone matches the content.... the disconnect and the almost monotone sepia sort of filter over a deep and kind heart.
it's like monotone only positive.
"Adrift in a sea of senseless noise
Battered by waves of unrecognizable emotion" - really resonates with me. especially recently considering i feel battered by a dozen different emotions.
the end also says so much. it's almost an apology but not really. it's like, "don't give up on me...." sometimes we need a 2nd reach out before we can pull ourselves out of the fuzz.
wow. very emotional poem. i need to write something like this for my girlfriend. it would help her to understand me better, i think. well done. (im back...hopefully for awhile)
I read this before, a few days back. It has the usual eloquence. It makes me feel like the feather. It's getting late. I've unlocked the door tonight. I wish I had more time.
yes you tell of a very strange state of mind ,i have seen it a lot ,i wondered where was i ,or what i am doing ,i feel so strange ,i had to withdraw for a while ,yes ,and you tell it so nicely,typical of your style dear and so sweet,M
I know this feeling exactly. Sometimes it's really peaceful, but sometimes it drives me insane. I'll occasionally have moments where I'm not really listening to anything in particular, so every noise and sight bombards my senses and I feel really overwhelmed. However, I often have those moments when I'm thinking about something so hard, I stop seeing the things in front of me.
I really, really enjoyed this poem. You have an excellent style. Thanks for sharing!
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..