don’t know
Don't know what to say
anymore
my mental defragmentation
distills my thoughts
cremated and wind scattered
water tension propelled
pond-gliding chase scenes
surrealistic ballet
Don't know what to think
anymore
mince meat re-minced
mindless in Seattle
shuttling to and fro
Brownian movements
my emotional upheaval
seat-belted turbulence
Don't know what to feel
anymore
economic extravagance
eclectic expediting
bovine ruminations
atop verdant berms
pates bare through seasons
lawless diminishing returns
Rolph David
Thu 23rd Jan 2025 18:20
Hi Red,
Don't know hits with a disorienting sense of confusion and loss. The way you break apart thought and emotion through such fragmented, almost surreal imagery really pulls the reader into the chaos of the mind. The references to “mental defragmentation” and “Brownian movements” capture that feeling of being overwhelmed by the constant flow of thoughts and emotions, never fully settled. The whole poem feels like a whirlwind, something between reflection and resignation, and that sense of uncertainty speaks volumes. Your unique language and structure give it an unsettling yet captivating energy. It's a piece that sticks with you, making you question your own mental and emotional landscape. Thank you for sharing this—it's both raw and hauntingly beautiful.
Best regards,
Rolph