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Standing in the centre
of a confused and troubled mind
turning this way then that
Pushing at the scalp
thrashing at walls
boom-box out of control
A wintry day in early May
too many voices all at once
familiar and yet unknown
Crude; mocking
everything that made any sense
Still.. in the centre
of a confused and troubled mind
I listen to living thoughts
from voices of the dead
<Deleted User> (7164)
Sun 21st Nov 2010 12:55
Thanks for comments everyone :-)
Very evocative Janet. I liked the 'pushing at the scalp, thrashing at the walls' lines - it brings to mind the actions of madness.
I like the questions your poem raises - whether hidden within the madness, there aren't other forces at work. I've often wondered about the imaginary friends young children have and some of the things they appear to see.
Great work, Janet, really penetrating, insightful work. What a warmth shines through everything you write now; hands-on awareness, I think, with compassion.
Interesting, especially the last stanza...
Love madness : )
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Elaine Booth
Mon 22nd Nov 2010 19:40
I think there can be a number of readings of this: madness, bereavement are alternative states conjoured up by the poem. I hope you don't mind me asking - would you look at lines 4 & 5 of verse 3? It could be that I am missing it but the line ending on mocking halted the meaning which I took to mean "mocking everything that made any sense." My point is, should there be a pause between "mocking" and "everything..."? I love the "Wintry day in early May" and the "Standing in the centre..". Also, like Isobel, I like the lines 1 and 2 of verse 2. x