Doris Culverhouse Poet Narrative

Pococurrante

Podzolic life, soulless, wandering aimlessly across the vast Earth,
Seeking comfort in any form.
Rest, ease, evades, love evades.
Physical pleasures sought down every avenue traveled.
No beautry can please your careless spirit.
Wretched, wretched, misery blossoms upon my being, mercy evades.
Wonder at the smiling faces, met on my journey. What magic possesses the alien?

Kyrie eleison...

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James Fraser October 24, 2009 at 6:45 PM Terrific Narrative Doris >> James

Carolyn Devonshire October 24, 2009 at 6:48 AM Kyrie eleison -- words we recited so many times in church without thinking of those who wander "aimlessly," seeking comfort in any form." Surely, love evades some of us. We can only pray that your enlightening poem helps open our eyes and promote more compassion for those who feel so alone. When we see others so happy, the question of what "magic" they possess usually arises.

Sara Kendrick October 24, 2009 at 4:03 AM Sad plight of the person here who can find no happiness or contentment. Keep writing. Mom

Anthony Nutter October 23, 2009 at 2:54 AM Very good poem and a little on the dark side as I like them. A person filled with self doubt and loathing comes to mind. Searching for a moment of comfort and happiness. A. W. Nutter www.freewebs.com/abcedit

Marty Owens October 22, 2009 at 7:16 PM Nice read...enjoyed it...thanks for all the nice comments...Marty