Undeserving

Things too good to hold

Guilt's hands can't touch

With shame's weight they fold

Dissolving threads of sunlight they clutch

Mirage, a thief's reward

Water between fingers

In a sieve of desire stored

Where evaporating memory lingers

Reviews

[Aarti Sriram]

You explore unattainable desires and convey that painful experience so poetically. Water slipping through fingers and feeling out of reach are brilliant. Like they are illusions we cannot fully grasp. Guilt seems to prevent us from enjoying. We feel a loss and a lingering memory of what it could have been, an experience had we attained those desires. Holding on to something which we know is slowly escaping like its through a 'sieve' was just a great writing! Why do we desire so much of things which are so fleeting and short lived, great poetry dear Soren!

[Soren]

Thank you so much Aarti you have seen through the poem's disguise and seen the heart of it beating. I appreciate your most understanding and kind words

[Pryde Foltz]

I have to echo the sentiments of Ern below. Guilt is the knife that keeps on cutting, even after it has been sheathed. I really feel these words. Fantastic penning.

[Soren]

Thank you so much for the read and comment it is deeply appreciated

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

when i talked to my therapist, she told me 'you dont feel you deserve anything.' and that was quite true. i didnt. this verse which is all about trying to grasp something intangible spoke to me. whenever i reach for anything, it turns to dust like a reverse King Maidas. so i stopped wanting. but isnt it true for most people, that they strive for something and even if they get it they dont feel much different from before?
this work resonated on a personal and philosophical level. it was very well written.

[Soren]

Thank you so much Ern you are special in many ways but I just know you by your poems. They are special and show your sensitivity. I believe what Budha said that only in giving up all desire do we find enlightenment

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

i think my writing is who i really am. i feel most people i talk to only get to know my mask. i consider you someone who knows me more than most people ive actually met.

[Soren]

Then you are a gem hiding under a mask. I love your poems and look forward to them they contain the essence of humanity.