Marilene Evans Poet Free verse

In a Nowhere Land

IN A NOWHERE LAND

I feel like a crazy, mad woman,
chafed and losing my patience.
Feeling so bad, ready to explode
or needing desperately to explore
and get lost to point of no return
or to find a nowhere land.

The nowhere land that is hard to find.
The land where there is humanity
with humaneness, benevolence.
And there is togetherness and unity.

I want to be a nowhere woman,
in a mystical or nowhere land,
living and wandering like a nomad,
a gypsy, a rolling stone, a vagabond,
where I don’t have to witness the divide,
and the selfishness of humankind.

When is this troubled time going to end?
This point of time full of unrest, discontent.
Ongoing protests on multiple causes,
opportunists trashing businesses,
looting, stealing, damaging properties,
the law enforcements’ brutality
and now the deployments of federal
forces to deal with ongoing protests.

There is also ongoing uncertainty.
The contagion with it’s sweeping upturn
with no sign of slowing down or downturn.
Everything around is so out of control
with unmasked people walking around,
group gatherings and no respect of others.

Life just goes on with no direction,
it appears fuzzy with no explanation.
You cannot even go down the bend
without feeling exposed or guarded.

Days, months passed by and gone,
like they were snatched, taken or stolen
without a trace, like we are in a trance.
Life goes on; but missing any substance
like no importance to remember or embrace.
No color, without depth, meaningless.

I yearn for all the things I used to do,
I long for my freedom to just go,
I miss the friends I used to see regularly,
I’m longing for the fire and feeling zesty
that dancing with gusto brings me.
I miss the poetry readings that move me.
 
I want to be a nowhere woman
in a mystical or nowhere land,
a land free of the chaos going on,
a land untouched by the contagion,
living and wandering like a nomad,
a nomadic, free-spirited woman,
safe and at peace. 


8/31/20    Completely Your Choice    Brian Strand

                   any form any theme
judged on 9/1/20, received N/A



9/28/20    N-A Re-Run 11 Poetry Contest    John Hamilton

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Sally Eslinger September 5, 2020 at 6:47 PM I felt from 1st 2 lines! In a beyondland, longing to return toYourown journey inthe graced Wasland.i was reminded of the Israelites wandering so endlessly & in such suffering, they even wished to return to enslavement in Egypt. But you recall a freer Beforeland.. we do stand in sight of the Red Sea. We are blinded in this fog you so well describe, using stanzas well to build the tension and expressed longings. Marilene Evans September 5, 2020 at 7:17 PM What a comparison!!! Thank you. I just feel so much divisiveness... there is no more common ground... too much selfishness, greediness going on... everything seems to be politicized... i wish for peace and compassion...