A Hollow Man

A Hollow Man

A Poem by Robert Trakofler
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about a year ago a friend published an essay on Mr. T.S. Eliot's poem "The Hollow Men" It bounced around my brain and eventually came out of me in these words...

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A Hollow Man

 

Smoke curls along the lenses

of my fancy protective

blue light spectacles

As I take another drag of my cigarette

and a sip of my coffee

a strained exhale coalesces smoke

in front of my monitor

glancing the blank screen

of my 5 am mind

Generally, my first cup is spent

Staring at the blank page

by the second

my synapses are starting to assemble

into something resembling

an inkblot of twisted letters

and behind me standing in the desert

Mr. Eliot is reciting

“The Hollow Men”

his words resonate

with a tear in the corner of my eye

or was it just eye strain
but as I type this next line

all I can think about

is what could I possibly have to say

to a scarecrow

that he doesn’t already know?

And despite the toxicity;

 of inhaling smoke, caffeine

and Mr. Eliot’s words

contributing

to my macular degeneration

in striking my own lines

I wonder if

I too am a hollow man

scribbling prayers

on ethereal stationery

and placing them under desert rocks

there is a cowardice to composition

in the displaced ownership

of character

or in the folly of observation

from a detached witness

or retina

many details are overlooked

or skewed by the myopic

reflections of a damaged lense

like those doughboys

standing in the trenches

in the war to end all wars

stuffed with the rhetoric

of righteous aim

waiting for the next call to arms

against an invisible foe

but never climbing the wall

to engage the enemy

but instead

mulling about

in arguments of indignation

till the trench rot

of moral decrepitude

overtakes the fibers

of their existence


© 2021 Robert Trakofler

© 2021 Robert Trakofler


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Robert Trakofler

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I first of all thought of this as a great example of American poetry then I realised Eliot. One of my heroes. And this tribute of sorts also makes you one of my heroes.
elegantly crafted. The master would be proud. You have hit meanings and truths here. I now think it is a great mixture. Doughboys in a poem about, however writ about a poet from the other side of the pond. Excellent. Coherent.

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler

5 Months Ago

Thank you my dear friend it is perhaps fitting and ironic that this was my last poem I published bef.. read more
Ken Simm.

5 Months Ago

I only just found out robert. Will be in touch soon with a painting for you. you take care me old pe.. read more



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This is wonderful Robert, hope you are feeling better.

Posted 5 Months Ago


Ahhh, My Friend 🍂

Clear and resonant, your sonorous voice spiels a tale of sheer poetic wonderment, honoring and rivaling the magnificent T.S. Eliot, himself. And, I think he would put his stamp of approval on your effort here … as do it, whatsoever significance I may be.🤔
In a unique way, as unique as yourself, I see so much of your own character and nature described amongst your haunting words.
Your syntax is a free-flowing art within itself, line-breaks spot-on, scribed creatively in metaphoric imagery that would make the finest master blush with envy … love your picture, too.
I'm one of the worst at reviewing dependability, but I've selfishly read every post you've shared, and consider this to be one of your finest to date.

Shine that rugged pen, Dear Robert, and hurry back … we need much more of You! ⁓ Richard 🍃

Posted 5 Months Ago


Hello Robert. Amazing poetry shared and I hope you are feeling better my friend.
Coyote

Posted 5 Months Ago


I wonder if anybody has that profession? Poetry reciter. With the slogan, 'you write 'em, I'll recite 'em!'

Posted 5 Months Ago


I think I'm going to hire someone who sounds like James Earl Jones to recite mine. Or Amanda Gorman. Really adds something to it all see you and your voice. Somehow the emotion of your words mean more.

Posted 5 Months Ago


As a fellow smoker and coffee connoisseur, I have spent many a mornin' contemplating just such things. I think I see the trench rot you speak of on the news every day. That's cool you can record and post it. I'll check it out.

Posted 5 Months Ago


I first of all thought of this as a great example of American poetry then I realised Eliot. One of my heroes. And this tribute of sorts also makes you one of my heroes.
elegantly crafted. The master would be proud. You have hit meanings and truths here. I now think it is a great mixture. Doughboys in a poem about, however writ about a poet from the other side of the pond. Excellent. Coherent.

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler

5 Months Ago

Thank you my dear friend it is perhaps fitting and ironic that this was my last poem I published bef.. read more
Ken Simm.

5 Months Ago

I only just found out robert. Will be in touch soon with a painting for you. you take care me old pe.. read more
I really enjoy the way you weave your words and thoughts into a cohesive message, Robert... The reader may not know where you are headed... but you take us there with purpose, confidence, elegance and determination. We may not know how we got there, but we sure enjoyed the ride you took us on. Another job well done. p.s. I don't get the idea from your writes that you are any more hollow than the rest of us...Part of being human I guess.

Posted 6 Months Ago


one thing I know for sure that You are NOT a Hollow Man, but totally the opposite, a FULL Man, each time You look at the screen or hoke the keyboard You are channeling something or someone. Soldiers can be Hollow Men for sure when they are fighting a useless unnecessarily war. P.S do You see the "1" on your left lens? it is telling You something :>

Posted 6 Months Ago


Very nicely expressed Robert. If only we could move forward without being detached.

Posted 6 Months Ago



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I am the Bunny but the bunny isn't me long live the bunny Hello I’m Robert I own an art gallery and performance space in Pittsburgh called The Zenith It is also an antique store and a veget.. more..

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