It’s a difficult confusion to grasp.
It is, after all, confusion.
Confusion is not meant to be grasped.
It is the garrote around one’s voice
the weight upon one’s spirit.
To grasp is just to tighten it.
To break oneself of hope
one needs only act upon it.
;
Does it choke?
But I gasp.
And does it burn?
I do not feel.
Can it speak?
No, nor can I.
And what of life?
To live. It is what happens to us all.
;
This is not an impasse.
Not really.
It’s a psychosomatic tripwire,
a spur to your trepidation.
Are you intrepid?
And do you speak?
I do not hear you.
Or do you weep?
You do not fear…?
Weeping is to fear
as fear is to us all;
it must be shared
or not felt at all.
;
I may fear,
but I shall not weep.
You could do well to follow.
;
Flower and bear.
Be trampled.
Do not think to rise again;
you shall anyway.
Do not think to rise stronger;
you shall anyway.
Do not seek to live;
life is serendipity to die.
And you shall die.
And live again.
For life is but delaying death,
and death is but the past re-lived.
;
We all trip;
we all get up.
The most one can do
is to offer a hand.
(I use semicolons to separate the stanzas because I am having difficulty adding spacing with this new editor. I actually kind of like how it looks, though.)
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Hey Skor,
This one is not my favorite poem of yours, but I can definitely see it as a philosophical piece meant to inspire a lot of thought. I appreciate the experimental strokes in the Q&A-esque style beginning with that second stanza, I just don't particularly enjoy it.
There's something about the use of rhetorical questions in poetry, where it gets overused more often then not, and I'm not quite sure why it's so popular. To me rhetorical questions is akin to how you would use an exclamation mark! There is a time! and place to use them! and slapping them everywhere actually! hinders the effect!
Rhetorical questions have the same reaction for me, as the above statement prolly had for you, and it's a double-edge sword effect where: yes, they give the reader pause for thought, pause to think and ponder on the meaning/inflection of the words. But more often then not, they stop the flow of the piece and we're no longer in the work or the experience of the work, but in our minds. They also have an additional negative side effect, where the sentence expressed becomes passive, as opposed to active/in the moment/experience.
So, for example, note the difference between:
and
One is active, with the full authority and command of the sentence. I read "are intrepid" and I believe it. The other is passive, and meandering at a meaning, thus less engaging. This is mostly an echoing of my feeling regarding the 2nd and 3rd stanzas, I found it difficult to really invest in the meaning of the poem, simply because it was not as engaging as your first stanza, which, despite there being no question, still allows me pause for thought, and engages me better with the command/authority of the statements.
Now, I understand that this poem is about confusion and thoughts and the meta-meaning behind the processes of these -- but there is still a way to write in a questioning tone as opposed to just full on questions.
So overall, you do have some good sounds here: flower and bear/ trepidation and intrepid -- and you have some good thoughts: death is but the past re-lived. Just consider your poetic tools. There are times when a hammer is effective, and times where a screwdriver might serve you better.
I hope this helps! Let me know if you have any questions or would like to chat this one up.
~ as always, Audy
I loved the thought placed into this poem. You obviously had to think about what you wrote. I especially loved the last few lines, because it is so true about life.
"We all trip;
we all get up.
The most one can do
is to offer a hand."
This poem is overall very beautiful and complex. I do hope that you will continue to write work such as this.
Hello, my name is K and hopefully my review will be helpful to you c:
Overall, this was a beautiful poem. i don't even know how to criticize it. I loved your flow, actually, and your word choice. And I really, really loved your voice. It's so strong and powerful and invokes emotion.
"Does it choke?
But I gasp.
And does it burn?
I do not feel.
Can it speak?
No, nor can I.
And what of life?
To live. It is what happens to us all."
Those lines were my absolute favorite, you did such a good job here I don't even have words for it.
I guess the only small remark I can make is that maybe next time, organize your lines a little better so the flow is easier for the reader. With weird line lengths like this, it's not as easy to read as it could be.
Please keep writing, I hope to read more works from you!
Thanks, K!
Helloo!!!

Just wanted to quickly say that I think this is beautiful! I want to just read it again and again because I know this has a deeper meaning and soul to it! The ideas which you have created are incredibly bold. This was so sorrowful yet so full of truth that I had to congratulate you on this stunning piece! I think this would be a great spoken word poem, though it still works well simply on paper.
The ending was great: so simple yet striking, leaving the reader lost in the flow of words!
I look forward to seeing more of you work!
keep writing,
*~ Annapurna ~*
Well... thanks!
Hi,

Still, I did enjoy your poem.
I liked your poem, the subject and your narration.
To be picky, i felt that your poem had very little flow. I found it hard to move from line to line. I think it may have been your use of large words, which is not a bad thing, i actually enjoyed your extensive vocabulary.
The second stanza confused me. I found it to be separate from the poem. I also thought that you asked too many questions, and gave very vague answers. Furthermore, we never learn the identity of 'It', and that was the cause of my confusion.
Don't get me wrong though, I did enjoy your poem, very much so. Although the second stanza let you down a bit, for me anyway.
"It" is faux pas. I say in the description that "the title has much to do with the meaning." Maybe that clarifies a few things?