David Kavanagh Poet Sonnet

Abandoned

Was here yesterday morning, disappeared this afternoon 
Gone a certain aegis, like the wearing off of perfume 
See nothing can last forever, time elopes with esprit 
Winds of change unchangeable, mother nature’s a banshee 

I don’t want to think about tomorrow, no… not just yet 
Trying to cling onto some zeitgeist, it fades I forget 
Memories and pictures pique me, dreams I can second guess
Moments are all but snuffed out, building up to more duress 

Coming apart at the seams, disintegration follows 
My need to retrieve zest, pukes up bits I cannot swallow 
I’m just a trier who failed, however that’s not the point 
Takes a man to face his losses, sorry to disappoint 

And in the end we all know it, life’s our true living hell
Next week I’ll be back in heaven, to its one prison cell

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Paula Goldsmith August 22, 2023 at 3:38 PM Congratulations on your win. A powerful write/ending. Have a great day with your wonderful win............ David Kavanagh August 23, 2023 at 12:55 AM Thanks so much Paula, I was delighted to make the cut in contest, cheers David

Paul Bell August 21, 2023 at 9:52 AM I like cheery poems on a Monday. I always think life is put in front of you, so you can fail it. Mind you, one man's failure is another man's success. David Kavanagh August 21, 2023 at 10:37 AM Indeed it is Paul, but we can up that ante, to one species failure is another ones success, anyway I’m delighted I cheered up Monday for you, thanks so much for stopping by, cheers David

Tom Cunningham August 21, 2023 at 1:15 AM Quite a dark sonnet you've written David, we all fail in life sometimes and to accept it but at the same time not giving up. Tom David Kavanagh August 21, 2023 at 5:45 AM It is indeed pretty bleak and dark Tom, as the title suggests, I do ponder if we are actually abandoned or just lost for answers, perhaps the latter, cheers David

The Situation August 20, 2023 at 3:00 PM Not too often you find poetry with deep meaning and you sympathise with. David Kavanagh August 20, 2023 at 3:09 PM Oh no need for sympathy TS, empathy is probably best for the abandoned, thank you for your kind words, cheers David

Anne-Lise Andresen August 19, 2023 at 12:59 PM - "See nothing can last forever" ... but, nobody knows tomorrow, David - A skillful poem ... with your deep metaphors ... best wishes in the contest :) - Happy weekend :) - hugs David Kavanagh August 19, 2023 at 1:43 PM Heya Anne-Lise, happy weekend right back at you, I did fall into metaphorical quicksand in this one, stuck in the past perhaps, but tomorrow is another day, come rain or shine, thank you so much, cheers David

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart August 19, 2023 at 9:10 AM This poem. Some titillating turns of phrase and peppered with gobsmacking depth, for me anyway, and my experience… having had a coulda been dead brain injury where memory took its time coming back to me. You poke the soul and entertain the brain. Fave’n xomo David Kavanagh August 19, 2023 at 10:33 AM Thank you Super mo, it’s ok to poke deep holes into the fabric of our psyche, once we can handle it, perhaps hell is heaven’s prison cell, (metaphorical) I’m delighted you’re recovering well from that TBI, and with your Fave, means a lot, cheers David

Lin Lane August 19, 2023 at 8:27 AM So much abandonment going on that I feel the need to tether myself to my friends today. David, I don't know whether I'm more impressed with your vocabulary or with your Sonnet of 14 syllable per line. The fading spirit of time as a zeitgeist and calling the winds of change Mother Nature's banshee... splendid authorship. David Kavanagh August 19, 2023 at 9:02 AM Thank you Lin, a very favourable review from yourself, you even mentioned the syllables which is great, yes keep close to your friends, don’t let these dark places I go consume you, I certainly don’t, they are only moments, yet they can seem much longer, when experiencing abandonment, cheers David

Valsa George August 19, 2023 at 7:24 AM The poem sounds deep disappointments ! You have voiced your frustration using catchy phraseology! Remember life is a daring adventure. What's there today may not be there for tomorrow. It is an unwavering truth. But life cannot be written off.... Strive hard to make it meaningful! Beauty and joy fade away like the wearing off a perfume.... Powerful analogy and great diction, dear David David Kavanagh August 19, 2023 at 8:47 AM Heya Valsa, the poem theme itself is pretty bleak, yeah I can go there at times, mostly though I’m just pretty deep, you analyse my poem perfectly which is great, but the poem is not a permanent reflection of me, just those low moments that I ponder at times, cheers David

Sotto Poet August 19, 2023 at 6:54 AM You have crafted a truly remarkable poem that resonates deeply within every soul. Undoubtedly, time's elusive nature accompanies the inevitable dissolution of all things, prompting us to seek out renewed vitality. Our relentless pursuit of self-improvement and progress remains ceaseless, for we are forever driven to elevate ourselves. David Kavanagh August 19, 2023 at 8:38 AM Thank you Lasaad, of course we are forever driven to elevate ourselves, but equally the battle with the dissolution of all things is never easy, sometimes appearing pointless, I appreciate your kind critique, cheers David

Kim Rodrigues August 19, 2023 at 6:19 AM Very interesting - wearing off of perfume…mother nature’s a banshee… Next week I’ll be back in heaven, to its one prison cell… David Kavanagh August 19, 2023 at 6:24 AM Thanks Kim, all metaphors for abandonment, extreme probably, but you know me I rarely do anything by half, don’t read too much into that last line, I saved it just for me, cheers David