Is it a burden
to bear the souls of others?
To eat them for breakfast,
when my coffee’s gone cold?
To call to one of many
when the I of me is brooding?
Is it not enough
to watch them grow?
Must they write me away
with feathered ink,
to be freed of my
succinct greed?
Have I burdened them
with my hunger
to be heard
and not seen?
Comments
As a man of many interests
I feel as if my artistic interests pull at me. I write poetry and some prose, I’m also a visual artist: painting, drawing, photography. I am also a musician. Songwriter, producer, sound engineer. I’m into wood working as carpentry/home building is my vocation. I love plants so I have a lot of gardens and house plants. I’m also a father and husband. It’s going in all directions all the time but I’m currently finding a balance I’ve not enjoyed before.
Just do what you feel
Tim
Interests
Thank you Tim, I'm glad to hear about the many interests you enjoy that take up your life. This poem was more inspired by feeling consumed by media interests (tv shows mainly, music sometimes) and wanting to take parts of those interests to keep as a part of me but feeling a little bit ridiculous about it. I'll definitely take your advice tho to do what I feel.
Leo
I watch no news
And almost no TV
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cool
No problem haha just thought I would explain my thought process
I like this
I enjoyed reading this! our interests are a part of who we are but we're more than that. Yet less at the same time perhaps? I see a deeper sense of self written in your poetry, someone more than just interests but also emotion and words and meaning.
thank you, i really
thank you, i really appreciate that!