When I turned 20 I received
My most powerful feeling
A warm yellow of joy and spring
From which I get no break.
You’d think me glad,
and far from mad,
But of course! I haven’t any choice.
The darkened sky can’t make me cry
But gives me plenty of work.
Some not so “lucky” need my joy
To get through their day.
Flowers in bloom
Distilling a mood in time
Before I send it it their way.
But I ask you, my dear,
If all you feel is joy
how can your head be clear?
My feeling are dim, and I
I’m limited to acting
Upon the feeling’s whim.
The solution lies in a secret
The middling colors won’t ever know
nor will the children who feel for free
Oh! There’s the door,
a knock awaiting me!
At last, hooray, it has arrived.
My case of anxiet-tea.
This is a beautiful piece of poetry. It is so quietly introspective and contemplates a deeply symbiotic nature of most relationships, both internal and external.
These Lines:
”My feeling are dim, and I
I’m limited to acting
Upon the feeling’s whim.”
These lines really speak to me, the process of acting, beyond emotional desire or capacity action where feeling is just too much. This is a profound poem that is deeper than the surface it shows.
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Darren Syme Coremans (@dscoremans)
https://thepoetrymarathon.com/blog/author/dscoremans/
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