Jenna Logan Poet Rhyme

Oblivion

Is my fate to go on living in this impervious place
where everyone dons a mask to conceal his face?
I'm floundering in this troubling tenure of time,
in which no one understands the rhythm of rhyme.

I need to search the deepest corners of my mind
for a region where oblivion is no longer defined.
I hunger to locate a habitat where I can be me,
a sanctuary where my inhibitions can be set free.

Mankind has become such an abstract machine,
all walking to the beat of the same tambourine.
Egotistic are those blind to the needs of others.
A depth of indifference that stifles and smothers.

When did it happen, that it became a world of greed
where everyone wants more than they'll ever need?
Bump into me on the street. No one seems to care.
The oblivion in society is greater than I can bear.

I cling to the prospect of a world in which I behold,
a race of benevolent humans, in stories long foretold,
where no disguise is ever worn to conceal a feeling,
and no secrets are kept for embarrassing revealing.

If there is a place where these human qualities exist,
it's an Eden in which I could more than just subsist.
I wish to withdraw from this callous, obdurate place,
to live where people do not behave as a robotic race.


September 23, 2021
"O" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France

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Constance La France October 5, 2021 at 7:36 AM Jenna, congratulations on your win in my "O" contest with this powerful and wonderfully penned poem, well done ~ love and serenity _Constance Jenna Logan October 5, 2021 at 7:52 AM I'm glad you appreciated it enough for a place in your contest. Thanks, Constance.

Sam Kauffman September 27, 2021 at 10:59 AM Agreed, Jenna! In our selfie world of self absorption we need your voice and your vision. A prophet's voice so to speak waking us up and allowing renewal and restoration to happen. Wonderfully penned. Thank you for sharing your vision! Congratulations.

Joseph P. DiMino September 27, 2021 at 8:10 AM "I cling to the prospect of a world in which I behold, a race of benevolent humans, in stories long foretold, where no disguise is ever worn to conceal a feeling, and no secrets are kept for embarrassing revealing." The entire poem, an intelligent, poetic masterpiece. Depth of Feeling! Consciousness Aware. You get a fovorite from me. Blessings! Jenna Logan September 27, 2021 at 10:53 AM Thanks so much, Joe. I'm glad you liked it.

Christuraj Alex September 24, 2021 at 10:46 PM Beautiful writing. Congratulations! Jenna Logan September 27, 2021 at 10:53 AM Thank you, Chris.

Rico Leffanta September 24, 2021 at 11:37 AM Life remains an adventure! Just look at how quickly the mold seized an opportunity to expand their world . . . . Jenna Logan September 27, 2021 at 10:52 AM We need the will to take it back. Thanks, Rico.

Abdul Malik Mandani September 23, 2021 at 5:28 PM This is pretty good. I like it. My sentiments exactly. Good luck. Jenna Logan September 27, 2021 at 10:52 AM Thanks, Abdul.

Tom Cunningham September 23, 2021 at 2:19 PM Brilliantly composed Jenna, our world that we used to know has vanished for now and I wonder will we ever see normality again. Hope move went OK today. Tom Jenna Logan September 23, 2021 at 2:58 PM Thanks ever so much for liking these lines, Tom, and for your kind thoughts about my move back home. The mold has been cut out, but the walls need to be replaced. It's livable and now I have my computer, so I'll be around more.