Half of me
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audiobook 
Compromise is the medicine.
Treatment over time.
Some mornings I see my reflection
knowing part of my identity died.

I mourn my old symmetry,
as well as my old smile.
I miss the way I saw mountains,
my backyard for endless miles.

Half of me
recalls these memories.
Fearless feelings where I was in control.
Secured in landscapes that inspired
endless ideas that made me whole.

Until I went too far.
Lost a trail made for one.
False signs, ghosts, illusions appeared.
Until all illusions had gone.

Lessons learned
from that surreal landscape.
Made half of me afraid
Never wanting to wander.

Disillusionment drained me,
Isolating skepticism restrained.
My original identity buried
Under the concrete rubble of fear.

A year went by, ghosts at bay.
Lovers approached, seasons changed.
Eventually my sleeping half blossomed
A flower seeded in debris.

I can't help but think of those flowers,
without significance.

I can't help but realize there is love within
perseverance.
Only one thing is impossible for God: To find any sense in any copyright law on the planet.
--mark twain
Bunx
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(01-01-2023, 05:13 AM)Bunx Wrote:  Compromise is the condition,
Prescribed over time.
Some mornings I see my reflection
knowing part my identity died.           nice intro

I morn my old symmetry,          mourn
as well as my old smile.
I miss the way I saw mountains,
a big backyard for endless miles.      a craggy backyard?  something besides "big"

Half of me recall these memories.
Fearless feelings where I was in control.
Secured in sceneries that inspired
endless ideas that made me whole.      inserted "that"            

Until I went too far.
Lost a trail made for one.
False signs, ghosts, illusions appeared.
Until all illusions had gone.

Lessons learned
from that surreal landscape.
Made half of me afraid
Never wanting to wander.
as if a moving shell.                          stanza is a good description of how loss paralyzes; I'd look for another last liine though

Disillusionment drained me,
Isolating skepticism restrained.
My original indenity buried
Under the concrete rubble of fear.    another really nice stanza

A year went by, ghosts at bay.
Lovers approached, seasons changed.
Eventually my former half blossomed             I think if you use "former", it's confusing as to which half you are referring to.
As if one seed in the debis.                  like a single seed?

I can't help but think of those flowers,
without significance.                           my favorite lines

I can't help but realize there is love within
perseverance.                                             

Hi Bunx,

If I didn't find your poem compelling, I wouldn't take the time to study it.  Hope my few early morning (my excuse if anything sounds crazy) notes are useful.

TqB
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Hey Bunx- long time, no see. Good to have you back. Some comments below:

Compromise is the condition, maybe 'medicine' instead
Prescribed over time.
Some mornings I see my reflection
knowing part my identity died. of my identity ??

I morn my old symmetry,  mourn
as well as my old smile.
I miss the way I saw mountains,
a big backyard for endless miles.

Half of me recall these memories.  recalls
Fearless feelings where I was in control.
Secured in sceneries that inspired
endless ideas made me whole. 

Until I went too far.
Lost a trail made for one.
False signs, ghosts, illusions appeared.
Until all illusions had gone.

Lessons learned
from that surreal landscape.
Made half of me afraid
Never wanting to wander.
as if a moving shell.

Disillusionment drained me,
Isolating skepticism restrained.
My original indenity buried
Under the concrete rubble of fear.
  very cool

A year went by, ghosts at bay.
Lovers approached, seasons changed.
Eventually my former half blossomed
As if one seed in the debis.

I can't help but think of those flowers,
without significance.

I can't help but realize there is love within
perseverance.

Interesting self reflection at this time of self reflection (the new year).  As always, I suggest finding ways to make this one more compact, but maybe that will have to wait for the next new year... 
...Mark
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Thanks aton for the feedback Tranquillity and Mark! I'm going to take those suggestions. Especially feeling out skimming it down. It was a little tricky to get that idea out without it being overly lengthy.

Hope both of you have having a good years start
Only one thing is impossible for God: To find any sense in any copyright law on the planet.
--mark twain
Bunx
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