Conversation with Lorraine

[Coruja-the-Owl]

Conversation with Lorraine

Should I strike you
As lost, bizarre, confused...
Without a doubt
Forlorn and fumbling
There somewhere,
But where?
Within ? without ?
Should I seem
beyond beyond
Or vacant behind
This glassy gaze
Believe it
Or believe it not
I'm facing
personal issues
From my early days

Perhaps you feel
That I'm
Somewhat surreal
And running from
And won't confront
Some petty thing
Some triviality
Thats grown too large
Too great a thing for me
I'm useless in this situation
Too be blunt
Discerning blacks and whites
From grays
My helplessness
May well frustrate
The eyebrows raise
And I am lost alone
Within this maze
Of personal issues
From my early days

So should I cast away the pain ?
Forget, forgive and put aside
This weight I carry
And the scars
Stride straight ahead
As Shakespeare said
"Assume the porte of Mars"
Would Cyrano be Cyrano
Without his nose?
Or an Emperor an Emperor
With no clothes ?
In Life we don't
Cast off
Our history
It makes us
Who we are
In many ways
You know that
It's no mystery
Yet,
It never ceases to amaze
We are the sum
Of personal issues
From
Our early days.

Ed Coruja 08/09/2018

[matthew18]

Wow...Wow and wow...I feel this one and connect. Bless you Ed and feel this one with you Man.

[Coruja-the-Owl]

Thanks, I think my poems tend to be rather more disciplined now because I am not drunk when I write them, but I do miss the old chaotic stuff when I was depressed and drunk.. it seemed more real !

[matthew18]

I feel the shame Police echoing down on the drunken chaotic writing poet, formulating a narrative dirivitive of directive going someplace nowhere soon but now maybe next door to my house in absenteeism of abstract refugeeism echoing isolation in a conduit built on the aquaduct.

[Coruja-the-Owl]

I really think that it would be wonderful if that was verse 1 and you wrote another half-a-dozen verses !

[Coruja-the-Owl]

Caught in this reflection Trapped A fiction of the mind unfolds Of dire unfeasibility Made flesh in memory Clothed in rag tag scraps Of possibility Is this the broad and easy road That leads us to insanity ? A revenge of the spirit Against the weakness of the body Standing stalwart Where once I fled These fantasies fast becoming My daily poison bread And as my mind is aging Drifting towards porosity Will they some day seep Into my personal reality Perception bred from invention A toxic cocktail Lets slip the grip Of withered fingers And into the darkness Of isolation added here because I cannot open a new thread...

[matthew18]

She saw it in the numbers an allegory divided by Pi
Caught in the constant
Constant
Melody

He touched her skin hand to hand like silken moment
A breeze moving down hallway
Shimmer of light Echos on seas
Moons mercy silhouettes
Echo on tidal
Memory

Ready to receive
Ready to receive

We need to belong
We need to need

Belive in this time
belive in this day like
It the last

Keep this memory
Like its the last
Caught holding
capture
Framed

Not wanting to get heavy with feelings
Feelings about
Self defense
Feelings pulling me down
Drawing room moments
Bringing me near

Im not doing fine
Im not going well
Im lying to all and present
When asked I pretend to be normal to societies norm

Present tense
Cloud forming cumulus
like a Nimbus
I am lost
She is gone


Gone
No recognition
Floating
Free

[Coruja-the-Owl]

Nice one...it seems you dont have the infinite recharge problem, it deserves its own thread .