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A Little More

I shaved my head and wore a robe the mountain pass I found at last grew thin alas but fat I got on nature's lot her sounds were not my thoughtless strobe though I was dead to the mountain's mass in me she saw I knew not what my feet grew raw I found my past a timely flaw the mountain pass my life aghast and all was for a little more though I was dead I shaved my head

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Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 2/18/2024 4:33:00 PM

I appreciate the depth of your words, Clive. The narrator sounds distraught, seeing hope via the mountain pass (perhaps to be a monk?) I especially liked these words: I found my past a timely flaw the mountain pass my life aghast Each of your poems is powerfully deep and intriguing. Well done, sir

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 2/19/2024 12:48:00 AM

Thanks Sara

Gary Radice

Date: 2/18/2024 2:34:00 AM

This is a great poem. I hear what you are saying and reading deep into your words I feel those emotions too. I’m a retired RMN but I don’t think it matters whether you have insight or not into the daily struggles of mental illness to understand your subject matter here. It’s so well written. Cheers - Gary

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 2/18/2024 3:01:00 AM

Thanks for saying so, I appreciate you taking time to read my poem, Gary