October 19, 2004
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Inner Peace
Illusive at best
Fleeting if possible
Sought for a lifetime
Experienced briefly
When least expected
Wispy and intangible
In complete conflict
With my restless nature
My constant worries
And self-persecution
Funny thing is
My perceived scourge
Is woven from the same
Imaginary, ethereal
Bolt of fabric
As is this abstract
Peace I seek
The inner eye claims
Neither is real
Not harmony
Not damnation
Outside of the confines
Of my own conscience
So I am left to choose
As best I can
My own daily judgment
Or self-granted reprieve
To wake with a burden
Or sleep nights with ease
Comments (8)
Damn, that’s hot. Makes me want more.
you’re SELLING ME to MEXICO?!!!!!!
hahahahahhaha what’s going ON?! i miss you guys xD tell ME news!
it does seem we do only experience that peace in moments…
Yeah, another poem! I love your free verse. Not always happy, are they? But so real.
Thanks so much for your prop and reading my “beginning” story. You’re absolutely right about not letting it out- “me” becomes “we” and it could affect a lot of people. In my current relationship of 4-5 years, everything has come out and it has helped a lot. We both talk like two “never shut up” Gemini’s but he’s always there to listen to my pain. It’s not a perfect relationship but I don’t think I could name anyone who has one.
Again, thank you, Dana
hey there.
You know, scratchinpost, I’d rather wake with a burden myself.
i couldn’t open the attachment. my email program wouldn’t allow it. msn is such a bitch.
lisa
That is SO true! Very tight poem. Very nicely done.
mmm, good. You have a different style of flowing. I don’t normally feel like yours have uneven rhythm, its just a shorter, staccato of feeling (use of hard consonants) instead of a drawn out, river (more soft consonants).
“Wispy and intangible
In conflict with my restless nature”
These two lines describe most poet that I know
this is why we write to release the demons
You write so Eleqouently!