EPIPHANY

Play a song 

Bring more wine

Dance with me 

I am all crying

I see my cup filled of regret 

And me sulking down on with every gulp 

Absent moments that went into the abyss of false hopes 

Bring me to the verge of despair and gloom

I was once a child with wild dreams

Chasing rainbows and running meadows

Young, brave and bold 

Laughing and seizing each day 

Looking around I see myself surrounded by strangers

My cup is full and my heart is dusty

A strange heaviness weighs me down

I am half agony, half hope

The glass of my regrets is never empty

Every time I look at it, all I see is my shadow

Lurking in the corner

Telling me it’s not too late to move on 

Play a song

Bring more wine

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Love this poem, thru & thru. Here's how my mind takes it . . . I'm thinking how it must be to be a young person these days, with the world becoming a more & more difficult place to thrive. To me, being on lockdown & wearing a face mask is a crazy departure from what I experienced as a young person in the 1970's & 80's. It's a travesty, really. But nobody can say that becuz we all have to politically correct & follow the rules or we'll get lambasted on social media, with all the self-appointed who police others. I can't stand the climate out there anymore, so how can young people navigate it & still have a buoyant heart like in your poem? I feel this poem is trying to carve out space to be whimsical & young-at-heart & alive, which seems to be a state of mind that gets snuffed out by the social pressures out there sometimes. I love the way you think & express yourself. What you write sets me off & that's a very good thing! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Bivita]

such an elaborate feedback. Thanks. Appreciated :)

[Shambhavi]

It was really really great and a powerful poem.
"Absent moments that went into the abyss of false hopes
Bring me to the verge of despair and gloom.
I was once a child with wild dreams
Chasing rainbows and running meadows
Young, brave and bold
Laughing and seizing each day."
I could feel the emotions and the words you wrote. I love it

[Bivita]

Thanks Hazel!

[John the Baptist]

Sounds like a bad case of disillusionment. The seeker seems to have been a person of high hopes earlier in life but who now looks back with regret because those hopes were frustrated. Unless the wine is symbolic of something, there may be a drinking problem involved, not unusual for depressed people. The last line, though, indicates full despair has not yet set in.

[Bivita]

thanks for your criticism. appreciated.
the essence of the poem is about introspection of on'es life about the regrets that surround him, which, by the way, everyone has in one or the other form.
i will advice you to read the poem again.

[AJNJ]

I love wine so I'm with you on this one. If you live in Delhi or anywhere close you can join me in celebrating it. Hahah. Great job done btw.

[Bivita]

hahaha... wine is good.

[AJNJ]

Cheers.......:)

[alan peter kelly]

Awesome last line. Sting in the tail. Interesting way of sayiing glass half full. Im at the barbers at the moment. Will come back back again to critique some more.

[Bivita]

thanks , always welcome

[Ana Papaya]

sometimes it's hard to absorb what life reveals and i think you've written well of your despair

[Bivita]

it's a generalized narration of despair per se.

[Ana Papaya]

cool . . .