All I have done otherwise today is worry and fret.
As for if there's any space in my mind and soul for good dreams yet.
I don't know what has confiscated me to this psychological debt.
But it is a trap I wish I could forget.
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I can't believe what terrible things are living rent free (in all minds they do) in my mind.
Good poem written here Julia! Rhyme those words to keep your mind off of things that seem to trouble or puzzle you! A good source of peace and comfort here.
I'm glad you muse upon the peace and comfort through the rhyme and poetry rather than the fretting and other 'critical depression' which some readers focus on. Thank you for reading and replying.
When life seems absurd and no questions are answered, a challenge of creaing a rhyme offers a solace and a comfort. Great poem.
Exactly! Thanks for your agreeable insight, reading, and response.
Poetry brings joy and happiness and deep sense to this world, Julia!
Good poem Julia...very insightful as to explaining the free rent residency that takes place in our mind...praise God He can give us true peace and joy in our mind and heart when we embrace His Word and let His Holy Spirit make it effective and affective in our lives to His glory...in Jesus name...amen! Have a wonderful day Julia..
Nice explanation and moment for a comment on Jesus Christ and the purposes of praising God! Thank you for reading and responding.
I get all your comnents. I just never know if I Pist mine in the right place. It's too long to explain, I have an idea for you. Try writing couplets ot footies. I do that sometimes when my mind will not shut up. We do all have that to one degree or another. We get entrenched in the Battlefield of the mind. I am off to bed.talk tomorrow, Panagiota
There is so much anguish in your words, your helpless dilemma is palpable. The writing style of this particular poem lends credibility to your words …. but hoping this is just a style, and a mood, and a passing disillusion, and that tomorrow, you will wake up to a brighter day.10+
I am surprised the anguish comes across so strong. I thought that by indicating life's absurdity, there might be a bit of humor but as I reread it, I do feel it is plodding through thick wordless sadness.
I raged your poem high but going mad because I never get a reply button. Anyway, excellent poem. The mind ruins many lives. Rhyme helps. When your mind talks crazy to you, just thank you and move on, , rated is the second word, Cursor won't go back in submit box Panagiota Romios
Are you telling me you haven't been getting my replies to your comments? I have made some responses. The PH system is very fickle and unpredictable. I have replied. Maybe they'll default them all at once.
I have made many replies to your comments. I think there is something glyphing about PH. I always like your comments and respond. I don't know why these response haven't reached you.
The weight of despondency Of not being able to go on Have something positive To hold on to, Is vividly transmitted Thru anguish, in your words Deep thoughts and fears Do wear you down. Very well written, we feel you fears, but we all feel that way once in a while. It becomes very dangerous if it is permanent. Up to you not to let it be, enjoy your writing talent. It's what makes you free.
Sandra, your comments are always compelling. Please don't take my 'anguish' too deeply; I use my poetry to 'cathect' those conflicted regions of my soul.
Glad, to know. Relieved. I often do the same, maybe not as strongly, but I understand. Take care and keep on writing what ever wonderful or otherwise comes to soul and mind. Outstretched hand, Sandra
Kick those deadbeat tenants out on their aXXes! Hop on the rhyme machine and steer by intuition toward the most beautiful entanglements possible. I'll gladly eat your dust. For further friendly advice, see my poem: I WANT TO BE YOUR PERSONAL POETRY TRAINER.
I am going to read that poem when I am in a slightly different mood. For now, I'm enjoying this fabulous comment you've made on my poem. Thank you.
'Rhyme is like a machine that takes one from word to word. Without it I might sound like nothing but a garbled bird.'.. is very true. Rhyming makes poetry sound sweet. Loved it.
Because I am not sure if I will be able to speak another word, I have to rhyme. To make sure that I can still tell something and not become a mime. I have cited your two lines here- Even without Rhyme, you are an excellent poetess. I have enjoyed a very lot this impressive poem with that touch of humor, Julia.
I am so glad you can 'hear' my humor. That is important to me…..thank you!