James Ranahan Poet Free verse

No Immunity

at the other end
that voice again,
longing all night again,
to see what is unrecognizable;
beyond shadows 
street lights and
under the influence of 
knifelike reality,
failing to know your place,
that place you belong,
past the echo descending;
depending where you want to go,
past the past, past what went wrong, past what is gone,
past the unthinkable, again.
obsessed. 
There's nobody out there.

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Skat A November 14, 2015 at 9:10 AM James :) Congratulations on having your poem featured on the soups, Home Page. ~SKAT LOVE~

Daver Austin November 9, 2015 at 12:53 PM Kind of a fantasy obsession, semi-real. I have these too and in a way it makes life worth while. Congrats on a great write. daver

Laira Baraguir January 8, 2015 at 11:34 PM I LOVE YOUR WORK!!! it is so deep! keep it up! 2 thumbs up James Ranahan January 12, 2015 at 8:39 PM Laira: Thank you for your comments. Thumbs up back at you! Jim

Nicole Sikler January 7, 2015 at 4:37 AM Enjoyed ....keep going! James Ranahan January 7, 2015 at 4:41 PM i want to keep going....i enjoy doing it....i just don't last as long as i used to. or let me put it this way, i want to keep going just not sure which way to go. thanks for your comment....I'm gone

Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser January 7, 2015 at 1:25 AM Your end line is an intensified angst.. such deep poem.. :)! good choice of words and the way you make up your phrases,, James Ranahan January 7, 2015 at 4:44 PM thank you, I like this gathering place and I appreciate your response.

Leo Larry Amadore January 6, 2015 at 7:56 PM Having once lost irretrievably, but still experiencing the ache and echo, and almost (but not really) believing in a return, one finally accepts, in anguish, the reality of loss/anguish....Nice... James Ranahan January 6, 2015 at 10:26 PM Leo: thank you. I'm glad you were out there.

Graphite Drug January 6, 2015 at 6:43 PM Your prose in this gains attention. While there seems to be no direct subject matter, people can relate to what is written. Parts that leave questions are ", again." and "obsessed." Almost quirky, yet relatable: intense repeated experience, no? James Ranahan January 6, 2015 at 10:35 PM I am sure the experience was intense and repeated but I wrote this depending on "where you want to go." I am totally new to this idea of writing my thoughts on a wall for others to see. I love to think about words and how they sound, what they know, who they tell. I am exploring the language in my soul.

Maurice Yvonne January 6, 2015 at 10:12 AM Deep! Leaves itself open to many interpretations. That's good, forces the reader to participate. James Ranahan January 6, 2015 at 10:43 PM Maurice: When I read it again i have a new interpretation myself.