The oceans of time turn unafraid
of all my
futile rage.
And if I screamed out secrets,
purging my soul.
Would anyone notice
or care?
This world spins on,
like I'm not even here.
Note- This was written for Poets Who Blog Interactive Grab and Go poetry post. The darkened line is courtesy of the Random Line Generator at Poets Online.
that was so thought provoking.. one of the absolute truth of life,, excellent use of the generated line... i rather enjoyed that exercise.....
ReplyDeleteand if I screamed out secrets
ReplyDeletewould anyone know
or care?
a little like blogging, isn't it?
keep screaming, we care! (especially since you scream so poetically)
"The oceans of time turn unafraid
ReplyDeleteof all my
futile rage.
And if I screamed out secrets,
purging my soul.
Would anyone notice
or care?
This world spins on,
like I'm not even here."
i like it - save "oceans of time" - but i think you pulled it from the random lines machine. i find it a tad melodrmatic - too poetic - cliche.
your words ring truer!!
Damn. Scott said what I wanted to say. Your own lines are purer and more emotionally charged.
ReplyDeleteIt actually reminds me very much of that picture The Scream...
Ario
Wow that is some angry poem. It was a good line to start a rant poem. Nice job.
ReplyDelete"This world spins on, like I'm not even here." Mmm.
ReplyDeleteI think, I know I feel very similar. Great words of passion.
ReplyDeleteRose
xo
This poem reminds me of a summer I lived with my sister in Hoboken, across the river from Manhatten. People would open their windows at random times, and scream themselves raw into the air.
ReplyDeleteI like that generator too. I found a great line from it.
Funny, Ario, but I thought of Edvard Munch, too. I use his Scream as my other blog's avatar.
ReplyDeleteActually, I really like the sound of the first line, Sara. It's strong and conveys what's coming next:
"And if I screamed out secrets,
purging my soul."
Also, makes me think of the primal scream and the scream of the banshee, riding in on the wailing wind. I feel the blast of the roaring scream. Then, the poem ends in a whimper, almost, like it's totally spent. [in like a lion, out like a lamb, sorta]
I'm just thoroughly into your writing these days, Sara; the depth of emotion your poetry is conveying is empowering. Kudos, and a cartwheel!
Wow! That's all I have .... fantastic. So powerful!
ReplyDeleteThe random line generator started you down an emotional path, and you blazed along with a stunning display or wordsmanship (if there's such a word - there is now!)
ReplyDeleteThis is very emotionally strong!I believe that it touches us more because we can feel it - as well as remember when we were there.
ReplyDeleteThis really speaks volumes!
ReplyDeletesomething I would have written but probably would not do as well.
ReplyDeleteI really like the last line - This world spins on, like I'm not even here - I feel like this sometimes.
wonderful creation!
those last two lines are so true...the world goes on...,thank you.
ReplyDeleteHi Sara, I was directed to your blog by (not your)Average Poet! This is beautiful and does indeed speak of the feelings of being lost and frustrated that we all experience at some point in our lives. Beautiful work!
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