First read and then the video brought me to dementia, although maybe that wasn't the intent of the poem as we all interpret things differently according to our own experiences.
A nightmare all the same, snatches of decay living and then fading into the ether lost in memory of was it real or fantasy...
Perfect video for the emotional imagery you portray here Gene... so different and i really enjoyed reading it... :)
i love how you see this one, Stella ... yes! dementias certainly play into our memory thing. aging c.. read morei love how you see this one, Stella ... yes! dementias certainly play into our memory thing. aging causes all of us to be affected in some way or another .. letting go of memories can also be freeing .. thank you for sharing specific things that moved you .. on both the poem and the music. i had to look a bit to find the song "I don't remember" ;) love on ya Stella and again thank you for the visit and review
E.
Is romance a liquid?
Bravery a solid?
Can it be amended with enzymes, repaired via dissonance?
Am I even a memory in their head?
Why do I have a mind that covets thoughts I find useless...
Why can I not win when I think of each victory.
I guess it is all made up, this feeling of being full.
She gave me what I thought to be food.
Ending tastes like copper.
Find my face in the faded reflections of a windowless train.
I wish this poem had not been so sad, I also wish it has been sadder...
Weird.
Very well written...
Posted 2 Weeks Ago
2 Weeks Ago
what a fantastic response from you, pennylate!! i love it .. especially what you say about the sadne.. read morewhat a fantastic response from you, pennylate!! i love it .. especially what you say about the sadness .. just beautiful, not weird at all ... i'm so grateful for you stopping and taking time here on my little streets .... right here at the Cafe' :)
E.
I would love to film this. I can see every bit of it. It is so full of visual atmosphere.
Posted 3 Weeks Ago
2 Weeks Ago
Ken! i feel so blessed by that .. if anyone could, it would be you .. filming or better yet painting.. read moreKen! i feel so blessed by that .. if anyone could, it would be you .. filming or better yet painting it ;) luv ya brother .. thanks so very much!
E.
As zygote grows to fetus, it seeks and joins a soul to accompany its growth from birth to final breath … a mystery … imagined or real, sparked from the deepest infinite recesses of the unknown. Yet, we can intuitively know that nothing comes from nowhere and goes to nowhere.
Yet, lacking the power of ultimate TRUTH, humanity invents/makes up philosophies in an effort to explain what cannot be known in our limited state of understanding … some of which has become accepted as TRUTH, either by illusionary intellect or by blind faith.
As Edgar Allan Poe ascribed in his poem, "A Dream Within a Dream".
A Dream Within a Dream
Edgar Allan Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
thus much let me avow —
you are not wrong, who deem
that my days have been a dream;
yet, if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
in a vision, or in none,
is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem,
is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
of a surf-tormented shore,
and I hold within my hand
grains of the golden sand —
how few! Yet, how they seep
through my fingers to the deep,
while I weep — while I weep!
O God! Can I not grasp
them with a tighter clasp?
O God! Can I not save
one from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem,
but a dream within a dream?
Well, My Friend, seems you've fanned the embers of mysterious wonderments into a fire within my mind 'n soul. But, the magick of your poetry so often has.
Love your intriguing title and ambience-setting purple galaxy artwork … perfect choices. And, who could not take pause to envy such metaphorical enthrallment as:
"the memories of a lifetime
break apart and scatter like
cracking atoms to bits and pieces
pieces speaking in faerie soughing* songs *(rarely spelt so artistically)
swirling down ebon vortex funnels
funneling fading.
water through my fingers.
slipping,
withering away
all made up" (and, so much more throughout … sheesh, Gene!)
Brilliant Free Versing dances ever-so freely from the golden nib of your artistic pen.
Still catching my breath! ⁓ Richard✨
Posted 3 Weeks Ago
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2 Weeks Ago
Richard!!! what can i say ... i am stunned into silence with such a deep delve into this poem ... i .. read moreRichard!!! what can i say ... i am stunned into silence with such a deep delve into this poem ... i think your comments are spot on .. especially about our intuiting the need for the Divine and useless attempts to put that understanding into feeble words of our pea brains .. God's Creation all around us shouts His Magisty and mystery .. it is Faith that allows us into that everpresent walk with Him in peace and assurance .. in our attempts we go down many false paths .. and thanks for the Poe!!!! it does fit well doesn't it :) peace and joy and thank you so much for taking time here ... at the Cafe'
E.
2 Weeks Ago
What else, My Dear Friend
Should a review be than that which the composition, itself,.. read moreWhat else, My Dear Friend
Should a review be than that which the composition, itself, has inspired in the heart, mind, and soul of its readers?
You're always welcome, Gene, for whatever little I may have to offer … Happy Autumn unto thee! 🍂
First read and then the video brought me to dementia, although maybe that wasn't the intent of the poem as we all interpret things differently according to our own experiences.
A nightmare all the same, snatches of decay living and then fading into the ether lost in memory of was it real or fantasy...
Perfect video for the emotional imagery you portray here Gene... so different and i really enjoyed reading it... :)
i love how you see this one, Stella ... yes! dementias certainly play into our memory thing. aging c.. read morei love how you see this one, Stella ... yes! dementias certainly play into our memory thing. aging causes all of us to be affected in some way or another .. letting go of memories can also be freeing .. thank you for sharing specific things that moved you .. on both the poem and the music. i had to look a bit to find the song "I don't remember" ;) love on ya Stella and again thank you for the visit and review
E.
maybe the thought line will find it's way into one of your wonderful horror stories ;) you know how .. read moremaybe the thought line will find it's way into one of your wonderful horror stories ;) you know how much i appreciate your taking time on my end of the block ... right here at the Cafe'
E.
4 Weeks Ago
I have missed you guys. I am going to try to focus more on my writing and the writing community.
Is life really all made up in the end? Do we just imagine we lived what and how we did...and those places that held us, the dried up ones with the cobwebs ...the spider webs and the imprisoned flies.
Did we and do we imagine all that? All that was part of who we are....sometimes I feel like one of those flies....caught in my own life and not sure what it means or if it has meaning.
j.
Posted 1 Month Ago
1 Month Ago
YES ... that is a big question isn't it jacob! i think we make up a lot of our circumstances relying.. read moreYES ... that is a big question isn't it jacob! i think we make up a lot of our circumstances relying on thought, biases, insecurities .. things seem a bit unreal at times don't they? thanks for visiting and your reactions .. really appreciate them .. joy and assurance to you my friend
E.
"time races then crawls then goes
nowhere and yet everywhere" Surrealistic feel to this poem and I especially liked those two lines. The music is not my taste for sure, but goes well with the poem. Is this a dream sequence? Very LSD trippy if you ask me. :) Your poetry always leaves me guessing, E. Still, it reveals a smidgen of your brain. I like it. Lydi**
Posted 1 Month Ago
1 Month Ago
ahahahaha .. well ... who can say if it's a flash back or not .. so many things are surreal in this .. read moreahahahaha .. well ... who can say if it's a flash back or not .. so many things are surreal in this very concrete world ... yes! those lines are important for this poem for sure .. don't ask me why .. i like the funk in the music .. reminds me of talking heads ...who i really like .. thank you for paying attention to it .. i thought it did kind of fit .. love on ya Ms. Lydi! thanks so much for all your support
E.
They say art imitates life. If that is so then one person's delusion or representation might accurately depict the reality or express the view of another because everything, including personal experience, is relative. I like the thoughts this piece inspires. It's a great write, very much enjoyed. F.
Posted 1 Month Ago
1 Month Ago
i feel grateful for the deep dive you took on this one Fabian .. thank you so much! the things that .. read morei feel grateful for the deep dive you took on this one Fabian .. thank you so much! the things that are relative and subjective don't have an anchor, in my opinion; but .. as artists, poets, writers etc .. it has to be .. trying to express what we, as individuals see, feel and taste are a multitude of perspectives .. thanks so much for making me think about what i wrote in the this ... may "stuff" ;) be well my companion and friend .. here at the Cafe'
E.
I enjoyed muchly reading this E, but how did you get that subliminal music to plat in my head as I read it?
You know the one! "Life is but a dream....(shh-boom shh-boom)
But I do concur. Everything, everywhere all at once (to use a recent excellent movie title quote) that we have strived for, lived and dreamt, struggled to achieve, loved and lost, is all made up...Which does beg the question, if it is all made up, then why oh why oh why, am I craving a nickerbocker glory so much right now, when surely it would spoil my dinner?
Answers on a postcard to the infinite unknowing and the winner shall receive a completely made up prize! 😃
Posted 1 Month Ago
1 Month Ago
thanks for reviewing and sharing your glorious thoughts Sir! we do make up a lot of stuff don't we ... read morethanks for reviewing and sharing your glorious thoughts Sir! we do make up a lot of stuff don't we .. your review gave me a good chuckle .. thanks again Lorry
E.
Have a feeling that, in spite of the work involved, you enjoyed writing this wondrous work! Both sides of the fence at view, back to the light on one side, facing brightness on the other. Thoughtful reality made a fine visit and left the marks of both metaphor, natural wording within a poem of amazing visual worth.
' time races then crawls then goes
nowhere and yet everywhere
all made up like eternal tumbleweeds
wrestling within their thorny brown briars
wrestling to cling'
Read the above and find the value of reality set in language 'divine'
Posted 1 Month Ago
1 Month Ago
wow Ms. Emmajoygreen .. you have certainly blessed me with this review .. thank you so much for your.. read morewow Ms. Emmajoygreen .. you have certainly blessed me with this review .. thank you so much for your thoughtful reading and sharing your impressions .. my "stuff" these days is on a very low and slow burner .. not much work as it takes months to get the gumption to give it a go .. so happy you enjoyed .. love on ya!
E.
This morning as I began to log in to WC, it occurred to me what an inspiring and comfortable place this has become for me.
There are so many talented people sharing, encouraging, teaching and learni.. more..