If Only To Listen

They forlorn in the vision,

just to wait to have a collision.

They continue on never knowing,

if they form will soon be flowing.

So many variations to be ordered,

they mingle and mix only lessened.

Some will die, some will lie,

only to relive the latest fly.

Pick and choose ones to employ,

and only to find sense among the cloy.

To impart this vast array of letters,

would be a choice of subject matter.

They go, their gone until forever,

for never to finish the wieght untethered.

Furrowed now upon the brow,

they begin to slip upon the bow.

So sweet to be the endless power,

found upon these nectars devour. 

Clearing now without rewarding,

another time perhaps affording.

Reviews

[kait]

i really like this its really good

[mcg03002]

Hmmmm. I like this. I think the subject matter is "thoughts - emotions." You never know what form they will take when they flow out of you. Sometimes an inward feeling of anger shows outwardly as depression. On the other hand, there are times when we show how depressed we are by lashing out in anger. Some thoughts and emotions can only leave us through writing...that is, they end up taking a written form.
The last stanza of your piece seems to imply that there is a need to purge ourselves of the ideas that bounce around in our heads and cause us to suffer. On occasion, the release of those inner feelings goes unnoticed by those around us...so, while our minds are finally cleared, there is no sense that the incredible effort invloved in expelling those pent up agonies has been recognized or rewarded by those around us. But, we know that getting everyting out is a necessary evil...because doing so affords us the strength to forgive those loved ones who've caused us pain and offer them another chance.