People, rare, are drawn by passion (I did not yield brilliance)
but passion dims as do all whims
and I am just another housewife’s dalliance.
My weakness is it doesn’t turn off—
the mind just grinds on, burns red instead
of paling down to embers…
I go on burning, timelessly (I did not say agelessly).
The potter’s wheel never ceases (nor does the hamster’s),
a lump is made into a passable vessel
and a new one replaces it. Too long and an
idea, a person, a life always collapses under
questioning fingers.
My weakness is I’m not as human as
I want to believe, and yet my mistakes do
dog me.
Still…
what’s trite is often true.
Weakness
I do not have the knowledge to comment on this kind of poem as i have never seen this poetry until coming onto this site so I hope what I say is ok. I have read so many poems on this website and it is true that saying something is good may not be what the poet is looking for but i would not know how to explain something i do not know if I did not understand it. When i read something and feel something from it, that is when i know i like it and I did feel something from this poem. I felt a bit intimidated by some of the comments written but not what was written about the poems but how the comments were written. This is still not to bring comments to my comment as it is not a complaint, i just spent more time working things out. It was a surprise to me that there are so many ways to write poems at first. I have found many new words and meaning since being on this site and I never enter without a dictionary. In all honesty I did not like most of the poems that I read but it shows that sticking with something you can learn from it, I like many poems now. What kind of poem is this? One day maybe I will write one.
So what i am saying is, I read it and read it, liked it and it made me think.
So what i am saying is, I read it and read it, liked it and it made me think.
Can anyone answer, what style of poem is this?
Cheers man.