I Feel

Just thoughts...

I Feel         by Sami Khalil

An English Sonnet...

I feel drifty like a piffling driftwood

Something to ponder with my seas of thought

Must be my fickle mind, not as it should

The world as I see it makes me distraught.

I feel frigid, yawning across cold eyes

From snowy peaks to dry desert inclines

Must be the camel rides or frozen ice

The need for sheltered space weighed by death signs.

I feel lackluster, paying homage to bricks

Marking selfies chanced upon an atlas

Shadowed in ragged charms of wrathful tricks

Bartering stones for chipper sun touched cuss.

I feel like a faucet trickling carnage

Down nurtured lies, fields of vapid garbage. 

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Sami... my Beautiful Mother Edith Irene would discover Driftwood washed up on the Beach.. and fill the cavities with rich Dirt whereby she planted greenery and flowers that survived to be overflowing with diversity and promises of a fruitful Garden of Prosperity. softly, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

A wise and artistic woman she was indeed; you take after her.
Million thank yous for the review and time.
Glad this poem brought some nostalgia.

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

an excellent work. it is full of striking, surreal images that each have depth and expression. 'I feel like a faucet trickling carnage,' this i relate to. i look around the carnage around me, and know that i am partly responsible for it. yet i cannot change. i wouldnt even if i could. and why? because... the title, I FEEL.
it's a powerful work, but written in your signature style. the imagery, the dreamy qualities worked.

[Sami Khalil]

Woozy woo! Thank you so much dear poet and friend for this striking review and sharp understanding.
Keep up your good works.

[Dpoet]

This is very good and well written!you describe everything perfectly while pulling us in a world of your feelings,great work,Sami

[Sami Khalil]

Howdy do! Thank you kindly for sharing your thoughts and experiences with us. Glad to see you.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

That's more feeling than I can muster these days. I think there's a tendency towards social-emotional neuropathy for self-preservation sake more often than not. Loved the descriptions in this brilliantly painted portrait of despair.

[Sami Khalil]

Wowzy woooo! So true and well said dear poet and friend. I agree wholeheartedly. Tough times on all sides and fronts. Thank you kindly sir for sharing your thoughts and experiences with us.

[Poetic Beauty]

This reminds me of someone living in an extremely pour city/country or someone stuck in a war torn place. The mind is distraught and in chaos from all the destruction and death around

[Sami Khalil]

I totally agree with you about this. I lived it and I put myself in their shoes. Sad but true. Thank you kindly for sharing your thoughts and experiences with us.

[Poetic Beauty]

I fortunate have not lived it but I have helped the homeless in the past.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! That is wonderful.

[Pete]

a ripe write. vapid. geopolitics and war is really weighing on you. war is a sick endeavor and as well should make us feel sick. to 'feel' is to be alive, care and have a conscience. more such thoughts should spill from more of us.

"let there be peace on earth and let it begin with me"

[Sami Khalil]

All true and well articulated dear poet and friend; many people are sick of all of that. They want to live peaceably, in honor and dignity. Thank you kindly for sharing your thoughts and experiences with us

[Lord Von of Vaughn]

my goal is to be objective when im on here, but some of these comments.... anyway, this is among my favorites you have written. i could be way off here but over noticing everything and it going straight to fatigue or bombarding the subconscious... i deal with this constantly. what always helps are patterns... this probably makes no sense. if anyone accuses you of being oversensitive they are wrong. they just dont grasp the depth of precise thought.

[Sami Khalil]

I agree wholeheartedly. You have shared the truth. Thank you Steven for your time and effort. All appreciated.

[emmajoygreen]

Your poetry transports a reader into another world, need or mood, Sami. Here with your words slowly moving down into the blues, I wonder how you might feel tomorrow or soon? Perhaps your mood might have altered, your thoughts brighter.

'I feel lackluster, paying homage to bricks
Marking selfies chanced upon an atlas
Shadowed in ragged charms of wrathful tricks
Bartering stones for chipper sun touched cuss.'

Perhaps that shows a hardness crushing your feelings, perhaps hiding what you don't want to share or acknowledge. Your thoughts cover such a dense carpet of language, sir.

[Sami Khalil]

You are so right dear poet and friend. The state of this world now, the wars, the injustices, the mass killings, the degradation of others, the lack of fair solutions to historical problems and so much more makes me touched deeply, losing positivism little by little. I hope things change positively, God willing. Thank you kindly for sharing your thoughts and experiences with us.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

some thoughts that I have had recently are contained within this sonnet.
You are one of the few poets who can produce rhyme that sings smoothly and subtly...rather than
having the rhyming words jump into our face with "Look, I rhyme with the line before or look at my AB AB AB...
Shakespeare would read you and want to get together for tea and a chat.

j.

[Sami Khalil]

Hehehe. An honor coming from you sir Jacob. You are so kind. Thank you kindly for sharing your thoughts and experiences with us. It is tea time; let me find him.

[andrew mitchell]

I feel what you are feeling Sami. Another fine sonnet to dwell on.

[Sami Khalil]

Wowzy woooo! Thank you so much dear poet and friend for this wonderful review. Glad you stopped by.

[andrew mitchell]

It’s hard to comment when they are all good to read Sami. It’s out of no disrespect. Nice writing Sami.

[Sami Khalil]

I understand. No worries my friend. Your visit is the most important.