Gershon Wolf Poet Couplet

Awaken Screaming

     confusion slips into our beds
        games the minds of gentle heads

     twists familiars to never-beens
        personas dark mask every scene

     far away from hearth and home
        on echoes' endless shouts I roam

     in vain retrieve my former life
        confusion wakes ~ a butcher knife

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Linda Alice Fowler August 21, 2025 at 6:54 AM Ouch! Pierced by the blade in your unnerving poem gw! :) Gershon Wolf August 21, 2025 at 7:29 PM Even though switchblades went out a long time ago, I still use them to some effect...

sara Etgen-Baker August 19, 2025 at 5:06 PM oh no! a butcher knife. The ending doesn't bode well. Loved the succinct and surreal feel of this poem..enjoy your evening, Sara Gershon Wolf August 19, 2025 at 7:22 PM Oh, yes. A butcher knife. What did you expect? A rubber buggy bumper? lol. Thanks, Sara.

CayCay Godwin August 19, 2025 at 3:59 PM Woe iz me dark parts as this bruising beaut poetically jabs its relatable feel into my core. An awing poem, Gershon. Poetry hugs ... CayCay Gershon Wolf August 19, 2025 at 7:20 PM Aw, aw, aw - Three cheers for my 'awing' poem. Ha, ha. Thanks for the smile, CayCay

Terry Flood August 19, 2025 at 3:56 PM Boy, do I like this, GW… I’ve said many times before, I’d love to write this succinctly… even once in a while. The confusion, bewilderment oozes from every line, and Charlie was bang on with his ‘Freddy’ observation. Gotta fave this. Terry Gershon Wolf August 19, 2025 at 7:14 PM Aw c'mon, Terry. You can't be jealous of me -- because I am jealous of you! How you manage to crank out hilarious stanza after stanza after stanza is beyond my ken. ~ Green N. Vi

John Lawless August 19, 2025 at 12:09 PM I check under the bed and under the pillow and the little devils still roam the sleeping synapses of memories madness Gershon Wolf August 19, 2025 at 7:18 PM I myself prefer 'Ho-hos' to 'Little Devils.' ~ Host S. Noball

Rowena Velasco August 19, 2025 at 3:13 AM Wow, this one really hits hard. The way confusion is described slipping into our beds and twisting the familiar felt so real. Really well written! Gershon Wolf August 19, 2025 at 7:19 PM Appreciate your kind words, Rowena.~ Gershon

Charles Messina August 19, 2025 at 2:12 AM That'll scare the heck out of anyone (lol) ~Freddie Couger Gershon Wolf August 19, 2025 at 7:08 PM Heh-heh. Thanks, CM.