Geezer
Geezer
May 21, 2016
This poem is part of the workshop:

Abstract words and abstract poetry

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Set Adrift...

Empty eyes see only fears
Lies wander by my head
The heart of the matter shows tears
I'm wishing I were dead
The pain of my story holds fast
Treachery comes from the inside
Bound by my love to the mast
Swept away by the tide
Davy Jones helms my wallowing ship
My compass spins, holds no heading
Reach out for my hand on the trip
It's the ending that I'm dreading

About This Poem

Last Few Words: I took the liberty of shortening this one as well as rewriting it! Not sure if what I did is right, but it felt good.

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - draft

About the Author

Region, Country: New York State - USA, USA

Favorite Poets: Poe

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Rula

Rula

8 years 11 months ago

I like this. I would say the imagery here express more fear rather than abandonment, but I might be wrong of course. I wish orhers would tell what they think about it and whether it's abstract or not.
I thought the last stanza ( last four lines) are really special in terms of imagery.
thank you for sharing.

Geezer

Geezer

8 years 11 months ago

may be right; after re-reading it, I see where one might say that it is the fear of abandonment rather than the act of... oh well, back to the drawing; or maybe writing board. LOL Thanks for the input Rula. ~ Gee

judyanne

I have no idea if this is the WS's definition of abstract - but it is how I would see your poem within my understanding of the concept (but I may be very wrong)

Sorry, I'm not part of this WS, so please excuse the intrusion (I've been following the WS page since I've been back - was too late to join :-)

Lies wander by
empty eyes that see only
the shade of fear

My story's pain
holds fast
internal treachery
Bound by love to the mast

Davy Jones helms
my wallowing ship
My compass spins
holds no heading

It's the ending I dread
(Or .... the ending I've dreaded)

Anywhere close, do you think?
Love judy
xxx

Geezer

Geezer

8 years 10 months ago

too! You seem to have a little better grasp of this workshop than I did. I don't think that I was all that far off and understand it a lot better than I did at the beginning, which is why I joined the workshop in the first place. Thank you for the critique and comment. Glad to see you back here, missed you. ~
Gee.