I am the lost loser in this tangle
of lunatic endeavor
I tread a milky way of mind lost
amid spinning planets,
lashing language spilling sinister
soliloquies–as toxic rain
falling ferocious from the
spacecraft in which you hover
cutting incessant circles-as day finally falls surrender to night
cutting incessant circles-as day finally falls surrender to night
you send
even my angels to scurry I watch them rise in a
flurry of anguish – I sob as I hear them weep with their gentle
bewildered frustration – confused, at their inability to say or
do anything to loosen the tortured tangle by which I am
forever bound, hostage to your hurt, to your rage, to your
vilification,all in the contorted, distorted, name of care
flurry of anguish – I sob as I hear them weep with their gentle
bewildered frustration – confused, at their inability to say or
do anything to loosen the tortured tangle by which I am
forever bound, hostage to your hurt, to your rage, to your
vilification,all in the contorted, distorted, name of care
Yet, I shall continue, forever, to
seek sense
even as I know that I am the lost
loser
in this tangle of lunatic endeavor
–
Striking images, palpable emotion, powerful writing as always ... yet I wish you had included some context, so the poem would be less mystifying for me.
ReplyDeleteWonderfully wrought. I had no problems finding meaning.
ReplyDeleteThanks Roslyn - Appreciate your stopping and delighted that you were able to find something that resonated meaningfully for you.
DeleteYes .. This works so well, the technique of not mentioning the subject till the very end made me focus so much more on the feeling n itself.. To name it love can always give it a label that make it impossible to focus in the meaning,
ReplyDeleteVery powerful. I've been in such toxic relationships where I knew I would be better off without him but I stayed for fear of being alone. Sometimes being with someone is worse than being alone.
ReplyDeletehttp://poetryofthenetherworld.blogspot.com/2014/12/forever-your-little-loser.html
Such a deep diving inside a sea of love.............................................................................................................................................~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
ReplyDeleteMore like a lunatic lottery, but how it drives us on...and I love playing the game.
ReplyDeletei really like how the reader ends up thinking of so many possibilities and then the subject is revealed. good style
ReplyDeleteWhat a clever piece Pearl...love is the tie that binds...sometimes perhaps it can feel more like a choke hold than a comfy blanket...peaceful Sunday to you
ReplyDeleteI had no idea where you were going with this poem until I reached the surprising last word!
ReplyDeleteA Tiny Whirlwind
Strong emotions felt deeply leading me as I could not stop until I came to the end...so much meaning...
ReplyDeleteit wasn't frustration after all... it was patience and understanding in love...
ReplyDeleteWhew! Your piece certainly carries us into that "tangle of lunatic love"...I think I'll get off here :-) Well written and I liked the form you put it in.
ReplyDeleteZQ
Amazing sometimes really that what is called 'love' is not loving at all. But still oftentimes one stays in such painful 'tangles.'
ReplyDeleteBeautifully wordled. You've pulled meaning from those disparate words.
ReplyDeleteVery powerful words and images but I particularly like the use of the repetition that frames your poem.
ReplyDeletea lovely write, the ill effects to climate and ozones layers is indeed sad; wish there were more happy solutions to explorations
ReplyDeletehave a beautiful Sunday
much love...
Love that! Tangle of love!
ReplyDeleteBlazing with emotion. It read, to me, like the caregiver of someone with dementia, who is steadfast, obligated to endure the cycles of rage and volatile emotions. A difficult situation, which you have captured to perfection.
ReplyDeleteSome times its best to get out.
ReplyDeleteWhew - this chilled me through and through...well-written as always...alliterative to the nth degree...I am awed.
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Pearl...this is lovely, passionate..so poignantly penned and I love the alliteration woven throughout.
ReplyDeletepowerful, painful, relationships can lift us up or weigh us down… either way there is and entanglement, sometimes it is unclear who is pulling or pushing, lifting or sinking whom.
ReplyDeleteI liked the idea of "lost loser"
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