I try to redirect
the logic of my emotions
but they cut through space and time
they ache in my mind
I use mental blocks: ice, glass, stone
I twirl with pretend freedom
among crabs, sand and sea
they mix inside me
the logic of my emotions
but they cut through space and time
they ache in my mind
I use mental blocks: ice, glass, stone
I twirl with pretend freedom
among crabs, sand and sea
they mix inside me
I'm glad you haven't succeeded in cutting off your emotions, it's what makes you so very alive, and certainly helps create all your poetry as well ;) And I tend to think that the only way you know something is important is if you feel emotions about it, and if you forget about it all then there won't be anything important left for you. But maybe that's also what freedom is, like you say.
ReplyDeleteAnyway the last bit is really well-written, "can find a kind way to concur with this world" seems to have so many patterns embedded in it that I get lost following it ;) and it leaves a pleasant feeling too. And the last 2 lines of "among crabs sand fish and sea
\ they mix inside me" first of all is really great imagery, fun to read though I am guilty of imagining it quite literally and sort of I picture you giggling with the movement of crabs and fish who are swimming in your belly :p But also it seems somehow to be very much a part of your signature style to write a line like that, and I love it.