Ennui

I am alive

and you are the living dead

I have been where you are

I understand

I attempt to wake you from your miserable nightmare

And yet you only sleep.

 

Wake up my love

Here we are

The scents prevail

The colors swarm

Enwrap us

And yet you do not see.

 

There is life here

There is love here

A perfection,

And you pass every moment

Ennui.

 

Live my love

for if you don't

neither will we.

 

 

Reviews

[Boris]

Yeah, this is great Siddartha, expresses a message close to my own heart - "Wake Up to Life".

But sometimes the pull of sleep and misery is so enchanting that you prefer to just turn your back on the whole world and let it go by.

Actually I think this poem expresses a very deep issue that Freud himself analysed in "Beyond the Pleasure Principle" namely the conflict within the human psyche between the urge to live, create, procreate ( Eros) and the urge to not live, destroy, deny life ( Thanatos ).

Freud defines "thanatos" or 'death drive" as an "urge inherent in all organic life to restore an earlier state of things" and sleep obviously can be seen as a way of becoming like an inanimate object.

[Ankhesen Mié]

Do I even need to remind you how wondrous your written voice is? So charming and elegant. There is an innocent sweetness in your work.

[Fran Marie]

An excellent and well crafted piece ~so nicely expressed~Fran Marie

[Boris]

Congrats on this poem also being in the top writing Sid! Good on you! or as they say here downunder - Onya Mate!

[Raja]

'Neither will we'...superb ending! Though the total poem was really good to me.

[darkgurl]

So very well expressed, and well spoken, like this write makes sense.

[robin]

This reminds me of the way people in a meditative community speak to each other in metaphors with openness,
who in any "right mind" could ignore a creature like you exuding colors like a wicked rainbow version of Aquafresh in the morning, I can see not getting out of bed...but living dead? Maybe you've worn him out the night before?
Too much sleep in night or day makes all Jacks dull boys. Great write for clarity!

[Justin Tobey]

I really like the idea of this poem. It's true, though; sometimes people are too busy feeling sulky and miserable that they don't notice the wonderful colors and sounds that are life (I include myself in that ; )
I like how you describe it as "the living dead." That's a very interesting description of that "special" state of mind. : )

[Antonio Valentino]

That's tough, when you're in that state. I've been there myself, and I never realized it till recently, when I was told of particular behaviors, that I hadn't known I was exhibiting.
When it is disease that is the thief of life, we try to hang in there, in sickness and in health.
But when it's just apathy, and indifference, well than, that's a little different.

Blessings to you dear poet.

[Constance]

Nicely expressed. There are walking dead everywhere one looks, who don't see what it means to live, to love wholly. It is sad when you find that one of them lies beside you in your bed.
I wouldn't change a thing.