Muddler

By celticman

Sun, 14 Sep 2014
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5 comments
 

A puddle for a head.

Do the maths.

I’m in decline.

But I feel fine.

I’m human.

That’s my failing.

A life past caring.

I’m glitter and glue.

Tweaked to be like you.

I’m a sulking place.

Lurching out of view.

I’m someone.

Ask me? Ask me?

Are you somebody?

I’m swollen like a pouter pigeon.

A special kind of seriousness.

Forlorn, raptured with weariness.

I’m broken.

A vial of a bedraggled species.

I’m absent, rotten, another shore.

They really could tell.

I don’t. They won’t. God.

Among furniture I dwell.

I’m sure I’ll get well.

There’s a voice.

It says: ‘oh, no’.

A streak of light.

Then here we go.

I’m on another planet.

It circles nearby.

Just like ours.

No one is not as they seem.

We cultivate kindness as a crop.

Not as a dream.

I’m terminally unsure.

My body a theatre of war.

Let me lie another minute.

And listen to before.

I’m weary of being a placard.

A person like me.

A threat of -- you’re going to be.  

Certificate PG
Poem
Nature

Comments

Submitted by Bee on

I liked the thought stream that runs through this, which is at times so negative that it becomes the opposite. It's got that mood of certainty that things are uncertain, and the title is perfect. 

I’m on another planet.

It circles nearby.

Just like ours. - this made me think of that feeling of being somewhere else in your head - like when people say, you seem like you are on another planet, except it's you (narrator) saying, I'm over there, but not far off. 

No one is not as they seem.' - this interested me because you could have said that everyone was just as they seem, but putting it into the negative seems as if you are denying a suggestion made in a conversation, either with self, or another muddler.

it all comes back to the best line of all, for me - 'I'm fine but in decline.' That's the most worrying part because fine is so near the edge. 

Hope you are ok really.

Enjoyed.

Bee

Submitted by catherine poarch on

A crop of kindness. I'll take a bundle please. This is great and interesting and will be more with each reading. Loads of good words! smiley

 

Submitted by adld on

Very much agree with Bee about the way the feeling of uncontrolled words tumble out, but with a lot of control, really.  I’m swollen like a pouter pigeon.Forlorn, raptured with weariness. are my favorite lines - why am i trying to write coherently on a phone?

adld

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I love the train of thought in this piece of writing.  A curious poem indeed.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by celticman on

thanks guys, just a runnaway thought.