OCD
Root of the problem, it seems...
lack of life experience
Hiding behind the locked door
of your mind that made no sense...
Imaginary faces
And visions of naked flesh
Candlelight inadequate
to shed illumination
Images of giving birth
held your imagination
Now reason scurries, escapes
is swept under the carpet...
There is always a way to make it through fear..hiding..sweeping up..seems quite ordered..but who am i to judge!
ReplyDeleteWell... you can run, but you can't hide...!
DeleteLack of life experience can cause a lot of problems, misunderstandings and miscommunication. Bumbling through is the only way to go...
ReplyDeleteWhirling with Gary Soto
You're probably right...
DeleteHiding behind the locked door
ReplyDeleteof your mind that made no sense...
Imaginary faces
And visions of naked flesh
... scary! Great wordle, Stan.
Since this is my favorite part of the poem, I'll piggyback on to Laurie.
DeleteNot scary for me ;)
ReplyDeleteYou are right... it sometimes taks more than candlelight to illuminate!
ReplyDeleteIt does in this case!
DeleteLove that reason scurrying under the carpet.... My imagination or are there some nods here to your reading this morning? Or perhaps just lovely synchronicity - either way - a truly terrific poem
ReplyDeleteAll of the above ;D
DeleteStan, you caught so much of the source material in your poem. The song is "Carpet Crawlers" by Genesis, Peter Gabriel. Really like what you did, and love that final line,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2013/02/17/shadow-dance/
Genesis and PG... makes sense...
ReplyDeleteNice use of the words...opens the door of hidden space....
ReplyDeleteThanks for that :)
DeleteSuch a creative depiction of OCD. I read it a couple of times and got more each time. Excellently wordled!
ReplyDeleteI think we all have it to some extent...
DeleteLike you poem, Stan. Like how much you got in with few words. Lots of truth in it, too.
ReplyDeleteGood words this week... same as usual...
DeleteOh I always like a good list - the challenge arrives when the muse and your own mind go in different directions.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by my short piece. Spooky how so few words often speak the loudest.
Thanks Jules :)
DeleteReason is a tricky customer to hold down. Dashing around, often leaving you when you need it most.
ReplyDeleteNo logic to it...!
DeleteThis really hits home.
ReplyDeleteIt's not just me then...?
DeleteThoughtfully written, Stan.
ReplyDeleteThanks Miskmask :)
DeleteVery nice, Stan. The words blend seamlessly which is exactly what they should do, but the message behind the words tells the tale.
ReplyDeleteThanks Wojisme :)
DeleteStan, I see these words didn't really conjure up happiness with you or me. Mine was about a conversation I had with a friend last Thursday, and I was shocked and saddened by what she told me. I guess we never know another's life, do we? Nice compact piece.
ReplyDeletePamela
Thanks Pamela :)
DeleteSuch an apt description, poetically spoken.
ReplyDeleteThanks Zouxzoux :)
DeleteFor some, the absence of reason becomes a way of life. ;)
ReplyDeleteYou'll always find me out to lunch... ;D
Deleteur right, people with OCD do lock themselves behind a door, and won't listen to any reason.
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