yesterday’s tears
are now morning’s fog
distorting my perceptions
confusing the mental
landmarks of my sanity
i deceive myself
a trance so tranquil
that i am blind
to my own blindness
my thoughts move slowly
suspended in the fog
a blurred rationality
but a desire to feel whole
not some fragment of myself
i am a child
crying out for comfort
but there is none
to be found
and while you embrace
another warm thought
of how you shall
revive my sanity
i listen carefully
to your words
moving without sound
through the air
and
i agree
to whatever you have said
knowing only that i
am lost in the darkness
This poem represents my fourth response to the second challenge series between Jade and I. As you may recall, each poet provides the other with a series of photos, visual prompts, from which the poet is to write a poem. Jade has written her response which can be found here.
This one is my absolute favorite so far! Maybe it is also because this is my favorite of all photos I took back then… I called it Metaphor. It was my last day in Germany, I was about to head to Frankfurt airport and depart for Romania again… I don’t think that anyone could have captured my emotions better than you Charles.. I BOW to your talent, and above all, insight.
It had the same impact on me, David. Charles, this is brillian. I love the imagery of fog. You can really see and feel it mulling in your brain. Thanks once again for a thought provoking piece.
One of the greatest pleasure I find is accidentally having the arts combine at the same time, like reading a poem while listening to a random song on the radio. That happened to me recently, and again just now. Listening to Rita Coolidges’s version of “Superstar” has a powerful effect combined with your words and the photo.
the progression from tears to morning after fog somehow feels more like regression, or if not, nevertheless like having been catapulted headfirst into darkness – I know the hopelessness of that, no amount of shaking the head will clear it; one just has to wait
I don’t know why but the pink in the picture doesn’t give me a sense of hope, but rather, an ominous looming – what you wrote is how I feel it
This reminds me of a visit I once had with a therapist when I was a lot younger…I nodded to everything they said but was not listening…did not think they would ever understand! lol…how wrong I was! Great poem which evokes memories xx
I like the small ” i ” rather than ” I ” in the last line. to me it sings of that feeling of being so lost, so alone, wanting to closest thing to the earth you can find without giving in to death…
a place of safety, rebirth…
lovely lovely piece.
blessings
jane
A breath taking poem to visualize and read. thus, the comparison between the fog and the tears, stretches the imagination. Indeed, You are bending the curve with your exceptional poetry writing. This poem is a gift that sings with resonance. I like your passion and enthusiasm, with paper and pen. Well done
I’ll have to check with Jade…but I like the idea…I was thinking of putting some of it an audio-visual book…but not sure anyone would be interested. thanks for your comments.
Beautifully expressed, Charles..
And for some reason, this poem totally reminded me of Pink Floyd’s ‘Comfortably Numb’, from their album The Wall…
I am their fan, and yours too! Maybe that’s the connection!
Seriously, the words here and lyrics there are WOW! The sentiments/reasons are quite different though…
“i deceive myself
a trance so tranquil
that i am blind
to my own blindness”
the whole piece is very beautiful, i especially enjoyed the above.
life as a perfect illusion.
it’s one of my favorites, and love the challenge with Jade’s photo.
Read Between the Minds 
It’s plaintive without being self-indulgent, very good.
(small typo in the second-last line ‘if’ instead of ‘I’)
Thanks Cindy…didn’t catch that last night.
This one is my absolute favorite so far! Maybe it is also because this is my favorite of all photos I took back then… I called it Metaphor. It was my last day in Germany, I was about to head to Frankfurt airport and depart for Romania again… I don’t think that anyone could have captured my emotions better than you Charles.. I BOW to your talent, and above all, insight.
Well done my friend….this is brilliant, I love the line I am blind to my own blindness. x
“yesterday’s tears are now morning’s fog” …reminds me of a situation I faced not to long ago that left my reality distorted for a period of time.
I enjoyed reading it…well done.
It had the same impact on me, David. Charles, this is brillian. I love the imagery of fog. You can really see and feel it mulling in your brain. Thanks once again for a thought provoking piece.
One of the greatest pleasure I find is accidentally having the arts combine at the same time, like reading a poem while listening to a random song on the radio. That happened to me recently, and again just now. Listening to Rita Coolidges’s version of “Superstar” has a powerful effect combined with your words and the photo.
very touching and beautifully written.
Excellent!
Excellently presented and Excellently spoken!
A+++, Charles! ;-))
the progression from tears to morning after fog somehow feels more like regression, or if not, nevertheless like having been catapulted headfirst into darkness – I know the hopelessness of that, no amount of shaking the head will clear it; one just has to wait
I don’t know why but the pink in the picture doesn’t give me a sense of hope, but rather, an ominous looming – what you wrote is how I feel it
loved …blind / to my own blindness
Thumbs up!
You’re excellent as always.
I am absolutely amazed at the ability to transform these photos into such meaningful poetry
Oh, what a black truth. Well done, Charles. Bravo … several memorable lines here … Actually, the whole of the poem is memorable. Thank you!
I like your poetry. This one is so like life, sorrow, confusion, coping… And rhythmic as the ocean waves…
Very moving and well composed 🙂
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This reminds me of a visit I once had with a therapist when I was a lot younger…I nodded to everything they said but was not listening…did not think they would ever understand! lol…how wrong I was! Great poem which evokes memories xx
I loved the words “crying out in comfort”..you have written another brilliant poem Charles. Have a great weekend my friend x
I like the small ” i ” rather than ” I ” in the last line. to me it sings of that feeling of being so lost, so alone, wanting to closest thing to the earth you can find without giving in to death…
a place of safety, rebirth…
lovely lovely piece.
blessings
jane
A breath taking poem to visualize and read. thus, the comparison between the fog and the tears, stretches the imagination. Indeed, You are bending the curve with your exceptional poetry writing. This poem is a gift that sings with resonance. I like your passion and enthusiasm, with paper and pen. Well done
The combination of the words & the picture is hypnotic. Y’all should put this stuff together in a book or something!
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I’ll have to check with Jade…but I like the idea…I was thinking of putting some of it an audio-visual book…but not sure anyone would be interested. thanks for your comments.
I WILL BE !!!
a desire to feel whole…. this is so sad to me. Heartspell
This Really deals with the psyche
several of yours have
delving into the fears and the past
well done my friend
Love from the Moon
Beautifully expressed, Charles..
And for some reason, this poem totally reminded me of Pink Floyd’s ‘Comfortably Numb’, from their album The Wall…
I am their fan, and yours too! Maybe that’s the connection!
Seriously, the words here and lyrics there are WOW! The sentiments/reasons are quite different though…
“i deceive myself
a trance so tranquil
that i am blind
to my own blindness”
the whole piece is very beautiful, i especially enjoyed the above.
life as a perfect illusion.
it’s one of my favorites, and love the challenge with Jade’s photo.
i like this alot.
Nicely done, Charles. To get this piece from that photo is wonderful poetry. To me it’s a love poem…