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Jawaud Shafeek Poem
In a swirling groove of surrealism
What a week it has been!
A weak passage of time fraught with disappointments have I seen.
Few sprigs of gleaming import found me as I went about my way each day.
Moments arose when it appeared that success would be mine, yet there were but
mere shadows and not true substance!
Following the relinquishing of hope, I unhappily surrendered to reality's dim outlook
and went on with life.
Now on a day of rest from labor, I am awash in anxiety and am found in a swirling
groove of surrealism!
The cord of dismay has me in a tangled mess, and I know not what to do!
I have no friend of kindred spirit to be my ally and kindly cull me out.
There is no one to assuage my anxiety with a cup of cheer.
Seeing that there is not a soul to break bread with, I linger in my solitary cocoon.
To break the silence of my world, I employ various recorded sounds to fill it in.
It is an option of lesser pedigree, yet it will keep me company as I journey on!
One might as well suffice, for should gold not be available, silver simply must do.
In the meantime I will hold on for one more day.
Who knows but God the good which is to come.
Copyright © Jawaud Shafeek | Year Posted 2015
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Jawaud Shafeek Poem
Ere I woke up this morning, little did I know the circumstances of my day.
It cruised as one of customary fashion and flow.
Without the smallest clue I went about as usual, but something different would rear
its head!
Slowly it clocked onward inching higher.
During the friendly dialog with a comrade, a question of inquisitive inference caught
me unawares!
Immediately I was hurled into a swirling groove of surrealism!
I was awash in the mysterious sphere of surrealism and dismay!
I had to defend myself and my peculiar dream with someone whom I thought
understood entirely.
With the sword of inference flashed before me, I halted the voice of my words and
withdrew to my man cave.
With my mind cloaked in anxiety, our communication minimized and ended sooner
than desired.
Amidst the disappointments of the morning, I persisted in surrealism sloshing about
within the four walls of my lone existence!
Hours sailed by in silence as I wrestle with the reality before me.
Neither comfort nor encouragement could be found to assuage my grief.
Finally I stood up from my chair and ventured out for some fresh air... and possibly
get another frame of mind!
Copyright © Jawaud Shafeek | Year Posted 2015
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Jawaud Shafeek Poem
Right now if I am to be truly single, then I want to unwind and remove all I have
believed and subscribed to.
If I am to muddle through life alone, then I want to relieve myself of the dreams held
dear in the depths of my human experience.
What is the bare reality for my life that I can know the way to traverse?
Which is wholly true and sure for me to brave and navigate?
Which way am I to turn to fully and so abandon one thing or another in its comprised
settings?
What IS the cold truth... or resolute hope?
Which am I to resign and resolve to and face squarely?
Both are shrouded in fog and obscurity to clearly discern, so I know not what to do
or say.
No beacon shines casting light to reveal my next step, and no crisp sound is
emitted to point direction.
I wrestle with these opposing realities and I am weary!
No glorious epiphanies or visions pristine banish my oscillating struggle... and no one
casts a rope of hope to cull me out gingerly to one... or another!
The heated glory of my chief dream deeply entwined with my heart remains engaged in
this troubling tug of war!
Whilst I wait on this solitary road at this very intersection, I wish for resolve and
direction with the oil of truth to become a comforting salve... at last!
Copyright © Jawaud Shafeek | Year Posted 2015
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