pain still persists by the hope
yet the storm on the sea
deep and dark far away today
oars when mired by the grief
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nice cognitive metaphor: '' the mind flusters by the glooms cathartic blood trembles as it flows by the flux '' the symbolism behind words trances like Freud's 'talking cure'and the basis of these very well expressed ideas are really centered around the process of catharsis...10+++ from me
another captivating piece... all your works are written with brilliancy...with different taste but all are amazing.....with depth struggle to survive..to carry on... despite the darkness in life.... still hopes for a new day.... inspiring piece anybody who is in distress will just have to read this and presto.....will feel that there is still hope for a beautiful tomorrow... 10+++++++++
This is a brilliant work from you as the struggle, conflicts strident waves and a ray of hope.. is it a new dawn? may be... Very impressive and a signitifcant one.. 10 + Rema
This is my favorite among your poems so far. I am drawn by the way you create a state where hope is needed and then remind us that hope is on the way and within our grasp.
Yet another fine example of your brilliance Doc....you show so much passion for change in the world......to show such faith shows heart and soul...not the power of mind...you're a fantastic writer...this shows as when we read...every word grows tiny wings and flies straight to the hearts of your readers.....It's message..Hope.. One day, the world will see that poets hold the key to living peacefully.. best wishes Doc.......'10' jon
Awesome and inspiring title...a must read for me...and I believe everyone! Hope is everything! Along with a Huge faith and persistance, Love and just a a Joy or zest for life... Thank you for sharing...10/10! Take care of u my friend, Shelley
A poem full of fabulously memorable lines despite its despondent theme. The imagery invoked is breathtaking. Rgds, Ivan
Poignant, yet depicted the glimmer of hope that will prevail, a powerful write Dr. Kar! *10* Best regards, Friend Thad
‘…the mind flusters by the glooms cathartic/blood trembles as it flows by the flux /night still crawls when cawed deep/heart yet rucks up being cowered’ Yeah …may be it…? Heart rucks Puckers… When night Under the clutches Of catch and latch By purge cathartic… To give blood a nimble Not a tumultuous Tremble… Excellent poem 10+++ Ms. Nivedita UK