A Man in a Room, and other poems - 12. What time conceals, Love reveals

Although separate, all three of these poems seem tied together to me. It is nice to simply be, to ruminate in the good things and ignore the negative parts, like the drudgery and injustice that surround us on a daily basis. Sometimes, the soul just needs to rest. But, with that being said, a person can't solely rely on viewing the world through rose-colored glasses. Yes, hope is a positive trait to have, but at some point, realities must be recognized (and subsequently dealt with), which, to me, is what Poem No. 30 so succinctly (and brilliantly) points out. Very well done on all of these. 

It is nice to simply exist.. wonderful, in fact. I won't go as far as a miracle. Don't believe in them.  There are amazing, wondrous things, but none of them are miracles. I digress, the first poem, all three in fact, are life. Both beautiful and ugly and wondrous and dull. In many ways life is what we make it. I think the secret is to learn how to see beauty in the smallest things. Like when your bread rises beautifully, or you husband stops to pick you up, or when a friend who simply listens makes you feel better. These are the stuff of life, the everyday things that make it worth the effort and the ugly days.   Thanks AC, your poetry is one of those wondrous things... 

Tonight, indeed, I've enjoyed your ink brush very much.

19 hours ago, Lux Apollo said:

Tonight, indeed, I've enjoyed your ink brush very much.

Thanks very much, Lux

On Sunday, March 19, 2017 at 0:41 PM, Mikiesboy said:

It is nice to simply exist.. wonderful, in fact. I won't go as far as a miracle. Don't believe in them.  There are amazing, wondrous things, but none of them are miracles. I digress, the first poem, all three in fact, are life. Both beautiful and ugly and wondrous and dull. In many ways life is what we make it. I think the secret is to learn how to see beauty in the smallest things. Like when your bread rises beautifully, or you husband stops to pick you up, or when a friend who simply listens makes you feel better. These are the stuff of life, the everyday things that make it worth the effort and the ugly days.   Thanks AC, your poetry is one of those wondrous things... 

Thanks, Tim, for a great review. I love and appreciate your assessment of the three poems. I can disagree with none of your points

So true about bread, and husbands, and the kind lovingness of friends who listen and are there whenever we need them.

Hugz for you!

On Sunday, March 19, 2017 at 10:11 AM, MacGreg said:

Although separate, all three of these poems seem tied together to me. It is nice to simply be, to ruminate in the good things and ignore the negative parts, like the drudgery and injustice that surround us on a daily basis. Sometimes, the soul just needs to rest. But, with that being said, a person can't solely rely on viewing the world through rose-colored glasses. Yes, hope is a positive trait to have, but at some point, realities must be recognized (and subsequently dealt with), which, to me, is what Poem No. 30 so succinctly (and brilliantly) points out. Very well done on all of these. 

Thanks for a wonderful review, MacGreg! I think you felt what I wanted to convey way back then, and certainly the weary feeling I had with life in general. It was a bad time for me, and one not able to get better until I came out about a year later. It was a rough time…poetry let me hang on though.

Thank you again. I really appreciate it.  

I love how the almost somber reality of the second half of number 28 completely balances the exuberance of the first. This almost seems like the plot arc to an opera, or perhaps a program music tone poem. Life is great to experience until the hard parts...injustice, hurt, banality...intrude.  Number 29 makes me think of all the things - satin, dreams, hope and life - could stand for. Number 30 surely states one of the truest things we know as human beings. Beautifully, artfully said.

1 hour ago, Parker Owens said:

I love how the almost somber reality of the second half of number 28 completely balances the exuberance of the first. This almost seems like the plot arc to an opera, or perhaps a program music tone poem. Life is great to experience until the hard parts...injustice, hurt, banality...intrude.  Number 29 makes me think of all the things - satin, dreams, hope and life - could stand for. Number 30 surely states one of the truest things we know as human beings. Beautifully, artfully said.

Thanks for a thoughtful review, Parker. I have to say it gives me an odd sensation to realized people feel connected to these works I wrote so long ago, and in such a sad state of mind - a hopeless one, really. 

Your comment on the Sonnet being libretto-like really intrigues me. Back in this time, when I was teaching myself about poetry, I was very much interested in creating verse that could satisfy along the same lines as a composition could, like the sonata form, for example. Somewhere in these old works are even a couple of attempts at poetic fugues. I make no promises about their quality though

Thank you once again! 

Existing is not a choice, not even justice. They were rather sad poems my friend. They are the absolute truths tha well hidden in deep consciousness of our life. You always rock with forms. And third one is my favourite of them. Small yet give a loads. Even though they provoke the reality, the sadness along with it; they are really wonderful poems. You did it it again my friend. As always. 

~Emi. 

4 minutes ago, Emi GS said:

Existing is not a choice, not even justice. They were rather sad poems my friend. They are the absolute truths tha well hidden in deep consciousness of our life. You always rock with forms. And third one is my favourite of them. Small yet give a loads. Even though they provoke the reality, the sadness along with it; they are really wonderful poems. You did it it again my friend. As always. 

 

~Emi. 

Thanks, Emi. The twenty-year old me who wrote these poems would be stunned by yours words. 

Wonderful poems AC.. When I first read them it made me think of all the reasons why I hike or climb. To escape to the top of a mountain, get lost there and wish I never had to go back. But alas we do have to come back down and deal with the drudgery you speak of..

# 30 is possibly one of the most true things written. 

1 hour ago, Defiance19 said:

Wonderful poems AC.. When I first read them it made me think of all the reasons why I hike or climb. To escape to the top of a mountain, get lost there and wish I never had to go back. But alas we do have to come back down and deal with the drudgery you speak of..

# 30 is possibly one of the most true things written. 

High praise indeed, Def! Thank you. It pleases and surprised me No. 30 has drawn so much attention. 

Thanks again <3