- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Wandering the Maze of Self
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Click hereThere are no people here.
I walk down the black halls alone.
Staring into the void, only silence answers.
Calling into the void, only darkness answers.
I wander, without rhyme or reason.
Reaching for warmth, my hand finds the cold wall.
I try to draw substance from the dark nether.
Understanding slips through my fingers, like so much water.
I don't know why I come down here.
There are no people here.
There is only the dark, the cold, and me.
But there is comfort in the void.
There is no blinding light, or painful noises.
I sit down on the frigid, hard floor.
Grinning, I accept the nether's embrace.
As the darkness, I can see.
As the silence, I can hear.
Smiling, I wander, without rhyme or reason.
I am happy here.
There are no people here.
- COMMENTS
KOLKOREabout 17 years agoYour travel into the depth of your “self” invokes language and images which are not uncommon in describing the inner most layers of our identity. It’s reminiscent of the language used to describe travels to the most isolated and dangerous places on earth (at the time of the writing). I was reminded of the travels to the north and the south poles of the earth. Another image is a dark insulated prison. How scary, when we are reminded that this is our own self which we are supposed to be in command and control, or at least feeling very at home with…No wonder therapists make all that money in taking our hands and assisting us in our quest into that scary nether land…
One more comment (or suggestion for discussion) on the poem is that it seems that your exploratory travel is aimed more to the boundaries of the self; the unknown elements (not unlike the poles which seemed at times like the boundaries of the earth). In the same venue, your sense of insulation indicates a departure from all that is familiar to you about yourself which is the usual use of the term “self”(thus my suggestion of exploring the limits or the boundaries of the “self”).
BTW, I realize now that In a poem that I believe have not been put up yet, I have joined your effort (you could judge for yourself) to reach into the layer(s) which we guess are part of us yet we can’t seem to have hold of them (be aware of them or include them into our “self”, if you will). Thank you for your intriguing work.
annaswirlsover 17 years agoI enjoyed this trip, the repetition works well adds to the ancient feel to the poem, giving rhythm and a pattern while you write - there is no rhyme or reason here- there is a path. Very nicely pulled together.
