Dwindling In This Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

There is a restless, unconsolable recognition of loss in this poem. You are not fighting it nor are you surrendering to it. You are letting it exist in parallel to you, but the consequence is a DWINDLING IN THIS LIFE. In this sense you are losing something over time: how can it be otherwise? Still you are containing the damage, limiting the negativity, keeping your psyche whole and pure.. Witness this definition of DEJECTION by Coleridge: A GRIEF WITHOUT PANG, VOID, DARK, AND DREAR, A STIFLED, DROWSY, UNIMPASSI0NED GRIEF, WHICH FINDS NO NATURAL OUTLET, NO RELIEF IN WORD, OR SIGH, OR TEAR - Coleridge wrote that at age 30 and he n-e-v-e-r recovered, this master of philosophy and the imagination, of visionary poetry, could not rescue himself. This poem expresses a perpetual cul de sac which is precisely what your poems are free of, and your psyche is elevated above these WHIPS AND SCORNS that doomed Coleridge. of course Coleridge wrote many great poems; he was a lyrical genius. I'm not comparing to STC the Poet but contrasting you to Coleridge the human being.