unthinking

I wrote it all down draped it over a page to view but it wasn't sturdy more swamp like for fear of being dragged in I retreated this is why my mind echoes has haunting disconnected words because I empty/fill rooms, close doors try not to go inside again but I'm aware of what I lock away surely there's no swamp in a locked room but that's how it feels to me that's all I can say on the matter for I'm forgetting all I can

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Speaks Volumes

Date: 12/7/2023 9:21:00 PM

Wow I can relate to this. Just recently my files are filled with half finished rubbish (kept in case one day I think more of them). Blank screen has become my enemy. Your little poem speaks volumes to me. Thank you ... Wen

Di11y Da11y
Date: 12/7/2023 10:47:00 PM

It's the poems I start about things I can't talk about because they'll pull me in. So I look at them, then shut them off and try to think about something else. But the poems that need to be written lurk anyway unfortunately. Glad you resonated with the poem and connected with it differently than me - it's good I left it open enough for interpretation, thank you x

Craig Cornish

Date: 12/7/2023 6:12:00 AM

Provocative writing - uncommon verb, your words are draped (like a Dali clock perhaps)--the delectable ambiguity again - the page/words/thoughts becoming a swamp/quicksand for more thoughts that haunt - we do open and close those doors and they are mind sticking swamps - but also, perhaps an idillic morning? - we must hope, but but - no, I/you/we find it difficult to trust that peace! This is truly thought provoking poetry, you've left it alone to proof like dough in the readers mind - showing!

Di11y Da11y
Date: 12/7/2023 10:49:00 AM

Thank you Craig, always a delight when you get enthused by one of my poems. Thank you so much for the kind feedback. It's arms length on purpose as you rightly note and both myself and the reader can contemplate beyond the words (if indeed they or I want to)

Tom Woody

Date: 12/6/2023 4:46:00 PM

How do you know there's no swamp in a locked room unless...? Ommmmmm

Di11y Da11y
Date: 12/7/2023 10:47:00 AM

When you know you know

Craig Cornish
Date: 12/7/2023 5:59:00 AM

Because she left it there and closed the door

Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 12/6/2023 3:26:00 PM

I wish I had your 'unthinking' skills' I don't perceive your disconnected at all. In fact, I found your poem intriguing, especially liked "surely there's no swamp in a locked room." have a splendid evening, Sara

Mat Ignacio

Date: 12/6/2023 3:25:00 PM

sure like where your thoughts are going with your work - deep, introspective, many creative angles

Di11y Da11y
Date: 12/7/2023 10:46:00 AM

Thank you Mat, it's fun to get lost in words sometimes and see what they create. Thanks for your kind comment