"Vacuum" is a poem about a cold day in college when I felt out of sorts. These are poems about walls that don't work and other things that keep us artificially apart and distant from each other...
My mom read and re-read (I remember the book looking very worn and well read) a true crime book about a woman who killed her children. Finally, years later, I asked her why. She said she wondered how someone could do that. I realized recently that had a couple of different meanings...
There is intrigue in not knowing, and knowing that not-knowing is part and parcel of the human condition.
Yes, and so much of life remains a mystery. Is there any purpose to all the sadness?
I wouldn’t know if there were any grand purpose behind it all, but I’m sure you can find meaning in your sadness, Michael.
Sadness then, more like a lingering ache today.
My mom read and re-read (I remember the book looking very worn and well read) a true crime book about a woman who killed her children. Finally, years later, I asked her why. She said she wondered how someone could do that. I realized recently that had a couple of different meanings...
Mothers killing their children does happen and is hard to explain, except as severe depression.
Mike,
As neophyte poets, I think all of us have felt that feeling of being flushed down the toilet with all the other shit!
I know I have.
These are pleasurable poems which soothe my soul.
Thank you for all your output.
love,
Pepper
I'm glad you find my poems soothing.