Patchwork Comments
Sometimes I feel at home in darkness
Painted black to quote the Stones
Snarling cynic dismissive and strong
Scoffing at the foolish dreamers
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Sorry I didn't see this poem before! A well deserved one for the Daily! Profound in theme and beautiful in diction! Yes, we feel sometimes quite down... Life cannot move like a smooth flowing stream all the time. There are ups and downs....! In our sullen moments we prefer to be alone, so that we can look into ourselves and find ways to come out of the dark mood...! On analyzing deeper we come to realize that it is not singularly our lot. Acceptance of the black hole within us without wearing a mask is better than trying to stitch up an wound over and over again. At the same time, we know that we are not destined to be in this mood for ever. This realization will dispel the darkness and soon hope dawns on us and we get ready to meet life re energized! I see the faithful portrayal of a sensitive soul's attempt for self redemption! Beautiful poem!
You have captured loneliness. Aloneness. Cynicism. And rebirth. And have done it so professionally that it's worthy of Poem Of The Day. Congratulations!
How strange it is that a poem that I was getting ready to delete should be poem of the day. True story! There is something to be said for the encouragement and appreciation shown by fellow poets. I am sure that you agree.
Interesting write. Congratulations on the member poem of the day. Life is mere a patchwork of shades Occasionally dark while sometimes bright maybe at the end we realise its worth some pieces are worn and torn by the time and stitched with different colours still the fabric of life looks good as long as it lives. Loved the theme. Thanks for sharing with us. Loved reading it.
You know Geetha I really appreciate your insight. We see things in full color with patches and all. What a story they tell and although at times the whole things seems to want to unravel-and very well may we can still hold onto our little corner of the world no matter what happens to the rest.
Congratulations, Edmund! ! ! ! A most deserving honor! ! ! ! There are certainly spells of darkness that overcome us all and quite frankly I believe it does a body good to lash back. I find a good spell of internal combustion clears out the carburetors and spark plugs and mufflers. And this was such a talented backlash- -worthy to rival a solar flare! And then the darkness dissipates under the light and we leave the turbulence behind and sail into the blue skies, feeling lighter and refreshed. You have so much talent, Edmund- -it is good to see it being honored. 10's by the millions!
Oh Zuzan you amaze me how you always get the essence of my intent and even show from personal experience that you are more than a little aware. I know that these poems bring a bit of a distraction for you but I do wonder how things are going with you? I apologize for not writing to you but I have wondered many times how your trials are. I do not say this lightly. These are the important things and everything else just becomes so small. You are kind beyond words. Writing and sketching are minor talents for me but as a blessing or a curse I have always had an intuition about people and you are special in the truest sense of the word.
I was totally mosmerized whilst reading this poem. You really have quite a way with words - your writing held my attention.. Well done. Congrat! ! !
Thank you Christina and hello from the U.S.A.! The majority of my poems are written in rhyme and I absolutely love the authors from the U.K. What an incredible influence and impression they have left upon the entire world. You are so very kind to take the time to comment upon the poem. I really do appreciate it.
Edmund, I'm glad to be introduced to your poetry. I like what I see in this poem in terms of craft, and I relate to your rendering of the different perspectives flesh is heir to. I look forward to checking more of your stuff out. -glen
Glen yes I have kind of a mixed bag of poems. How this one got to be a poem of the day is beyond me and yet if it means that I get to hear from the Glen Kappys of the world than I say it was worth it! Thank you for taking the time to read it. All my best Eddie V.
I fail to perceive from where does the rebirth of the narrator arise? The opening word of the poem is sometimes, the dark cynicism is recognized as only an occasional feeling. It's built up and solidified in the following stanzas but it's never portrayed as the narrator's singular state of being. Dominant, possibly, but passing. Which makes the concluding reassessment and rebirth ring hollow for me. The despair was never great enough in this poem, never overwhelming enough, never singularly possessing enough to make me believe that the final redemption wasn't preordained in the non-committal opening. Like a newborn baby, it just happens everyday
There is no mystery here. I do not write to be clever. The dark cynicism runs deep. The truth is I don't like people and yet you would not know it if you met me because I am open and friendly to a degree that people think I am a social creature that they wish to be around when all I really want is for people not to be petty as the clock ticks away. You were right about the last line. A nod to the sentiments expressed in the Allman Brothers tune Dreams- Climb down off the hilltop baby, get back in the race. I could have and probably should have taken the easy way out and doubled down on being a downer.
What if we tire of placing a stitch Again and again to a torn patchwork Choosing instead to throw it away Defiant now in cold calculation - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I leave the refuge of the shadows Reborn I embrace the light of day ______Sometimes we become too frustrated , , lose hope and become cynic.Then again we have to accept the realities and hope for a new day. Congratulations for Poem of the Day.
Thank you Bharati. I have my moments wherein all I want is to be is left alone. The dark clouds move in and I welcome them and feel at home. Surrendering and then defiant. What I realize is that those things in life that weigh us down too have limits and those things that we used to laugh off or dismiss as ridiculous now irritate and annoy. The world is as the world is and I think that a tired soul is susceptible to the darkness and so we must gain strength and refresh ourselves and return to our natural state of being by whatever means works for us as individuals.
a poem of changing the covering on the bed to induce a better sleep? ..............well written
A poem I suppose of wishful thinking. I unfortunately feel too at home there. I do wish however that this poem was not Poem of the day. I personally think it is weak and was just a release with a fictional ending. Not so much a poem as a feeling.
Embrace the light of day..... comgrats on being chosen... a highest 10++++++
It's hard to patch up torn things again and again. It's so easy to drift into the cynical mood when we see the happenings in the world but how you end up embracing the light is admirable. Despite the grey shades, the light comes. And the choice is ours, to embrace it or be blind to it. A very profound write. A huge 10.
From cynic to gentle before our eyes. Judgement can become the norm and create a wicked person. Indulging in the nicer things make us and life a pleasantry. Indulge
Hi Sarah...what a lousy poem to be poem of the day. Oh well. Hope all is well. I look forward to taking some time to read your poems!
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What a great way to release a dark feeling. In freeing yourself you free us all. I can relate to Everything your saying. Yip. Sometimes I too just need to shut the world out for awhile. The modern world feels too extroverted anyway not enough silence and space needless to say that's why I live out here in the wilderness. I read your comment about deleting this poem I'm glad you didn't it made me feel more connected somehow. Thanks Edmund. I only just saw this.