Beggared of my faith,
a Wanderer I have become.
lost, in a way,
the attitude of my mind is one
uncommitted and floating
in a mixed atmosphere
of Obscurity and Novocaine.
This bewilderment of feeling,
this feebleness of purpose
was authored by the contrariety
of our opinions; At home, I bathe myself
in a tincture of Depreciation.
It leaves a slime-like film
of bitterness and cynicism on my skin.
Onstage, in the pageant of life,
I dance a Harlequinade
dressed simply in the fabric of Fact -
the sole garb of my thoughts.
the others, the mists of criticism washes over
while the glare of scrutiny wrings
from their words their truest meaning.
A fragment of conversation jumps
to frame itself in my mind:
“a drop of Comfort is enough
to despoil an ocean of misery.
the light of Love, in a field
overspread, is enough to wither
an entire crop of disappointments.”
A beam of Moonlight illuminates a smile,
- the dawning of Recognition.
an electric current of thought
increases my faculties of Perception
and i begin to look around
sagaciously, and the hue of Divinity
everywhere I see, with newly Azured eyes.
sugar
on Mar 11th, 2009
@ 9:26 am:
Wow, what an amazing poem. I love how descriptive it was. The points were illustrated very profoundly. I love the imagery and the metaphors, lots of metaphors. Somehow you use words that can never be together or one would use to describe a certain, like
in a mixed atmosphere
of Obscurity and Novocaine.
I can picture this a little bit, the darkness and the easing of pain… somehow I can’t picture Novocaine, that’s still a little fuzzy to me…but I think I get the point.
At home, I bathe myself
in a tincture of Depreciation.
It leaves a slime-like film
of bitterness and cynicism on my skin.
What an image you created above. I’m a little confusing about the line “a tincture of Depreciation” am not sure if it makes sense but that’s just me…? It would be nice if you could explain that line to me…
elbandito
on Mar 11th, 2009
@ 1:20 pm:
Hi Sugar! Thanks for the compliments.
haha. You got it right on the money, actually. The novocaine line is supposed to illustrate fuzziness… the haze of confusion that one pushes through, trying to gain an uncertain understanding.
The “tincture of Deprecation” line is supposed to call to mind the image of a person bathing in a negative image of themself… if that makes sense. Deprecation, by definition, is the act of expressing disapproval (especially of yourself). Usually, feelings of self-worth spill out onto the other people that one meets in life, whether for good or ill. In this case, it was ill and now all that this charachter can feel when he tries to touch the spirits is “bitterness and cynicsm”.
I’m really glad you enjoyed the poem. Thanks for reading!
sugar
on Mar 11th, 2009
@ 5:00 pm:
LOL funny how in the end when I was tryng to picture the novocaine all I kept thinking about was doing drugging me or putting me to sleep to ease my pain. Good to know I was on the right path…. hope to read more from you and hear from you.
Karamelkandi
on Mar 11th, 2009
@ 7:03 pm:
Great poem Beautifully written