04-22-2015, 01:21 PM
My favorite part of the poem was definitely the last four lines, particularly, "Meanwhile my blood shambles through skin tunnels..."
The poem as a whole, I think, is a great ode to wasted time and aspirations. There's an inescapable feeling of loss here, and of numbness, and regret, but at the same time, it's like...like floating in a pool alone. Like it's idle time, as your poem title states, but it's not entirely unenjoyable idle time. It's a sense of loneliness and lostness, but a strange contentment with that lostness.
The poem as a whole, I think, is a great ode to wasted time and aspirations. There's an inescapable feeling of loss here, and of numbness, and regret, but at the same time, it's like...like floating in a pool alone. Like it's idle time, as your poem title states, but it's not entirely unenjoyable idle time. It's a sense of loneliness and lostness, but a strange contentment with that lostness.