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Direction
by Alisa Jstaps on my forehead
snaps in the night
shadows prance when my eyes close,
filigree strands of night sweat
beads of sanity, if that still exists
and I am left to wander
as I fall into myself ...
how can I tell you what you already know
having lost the element of surprise
misplaced the angle of anticipation,
so I fumble these words
look how they splatter and scatter
in every imaginable direction
except where I thought I intended
debatable,
questionable ...
these corridors are dim and they've changed all the signposts
yet I'll manage to find the exit
stumbling around like a drunk without drink
laughter rings out trailing behind, mockingly
they think I can't see
oppression, that spirit tries to press down and kill
blowing around this candle I've managed to restrain
careful as not to lose my way ...
comfort and caring have two different meanings
merging at times with each other
perception is key,
I remember what I came here to do
the harvest awaits and I must tend to my garden
quickly, before the last gate
fades from view,
and finds me lost in this world without regard
bracing for my eventual demise ...
01/07/2008 Posted on 01/08/2008
Copyright © 2025 Alisa Js
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 01/08/08 at 04:42 AM It's what we do before the demise, isn't it? I keep looking for my exit, too, the offramp to what I really came here to do. I never, ever for one minute thought my sole purpose was to be a mom, but that, so far, is my major role. I keep thinking if I don't find that exit soon, I'm going to just keep going to some unknown destination, lost and driving without reason...you're younger than me, you dear soul. You just have to keep your eyes open now...love to you. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/08/08 at 02:18 PM Very nicely done. How many of us stumble through life looking for our direction while others so sure of their direction. And which of us really misses the turn. Again nice write! |
| Posted by Keith McFarlane on 01/08/08 at 05:36 PM A fluid read! I often feel this way about my words:
"look how they splatter and scatter
in every imaginable direction
except where I thought I intended" |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/12/08 at 02:48 PM Thought provoking slice of introspection. It's all quite good, but I especially like: stumbling around like a drunk without drink
laughter rings out trailing behind, mockingly
they think I can't see
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| Posted by A. Paige White on 01/12/08 at 06:14 PM Quite a delicious read. I particularly love the 3rd stanza. I've stumbled around like a drunk without drink and it was wonderful. You devised the ending stanza's demise with a whispering ellipses eclipse I applaud. Very much enjoyed your journey. |
| Posted by D. James McKee on 01/13/08 at 12:37 PM Absolutely enchanting rhythm, excellent use of staggered alliteration! |
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