Ph: Life: Feelings Are A Mixed Bag Poem by Brian Johnston
Ph: Life: Feelings Are A Mixed Bag
We realize we want them,
Can't feel our life without them,
But who knows how to keep them,
Fresh and sweet as when they're new?
Like butterflies that flutter
To different flowers that glitter,
Though we try not to fritter,
Still they vanish like the dew!
A child can young souls tether
Help them face stormy weather,
But floating like a feather,
Drift their unchained emotions.
Pairs childless have more freedom,
When no one really needs them,
But still with all their wisdom,
They face uncharted oceans.
Our passions for life bind us,
Intimidate and blind us,
Though we're shy to make a fuss,
There is nothing else we know.
We stumble without vision.
Think love is our decision,
While skeptics with precision,
Obfuscate pretentious show.
With life always a pickle,
And feelings more than fickle,
We view death's looming sickle
Even hope for its relief.
As life tumultuous grows,
We change feelings like our clothes,
But fear stretching to our toes
Suggests life is only grief.
June 5,2014
This poem poses a special mystery to me. Can someone more experienced than I perhaps suggest an insight that seems to elude me? The poem suggests that painful feelings seem to stay while delightful feelings vanish with time. This seems paradoxical to me and I am quite at a loss to explain to myself why this should be so. Both feelings are surely equally emotionally. Why should painful feelings then linger so much longer?
Yes you were right Roseann. I appreciate you calling it to my attention. It is much better now thanks to you.
Good poem, Brian, however your rhythm is a little off and as I read it twice I was thrown off balance by it. Like how you explained feelings in different situations. (child, paired childless, etc.) Thank you, Brian. RoseAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Brian, I came back to read this poem again and to try and answer your questions. Painful feelings etch themselves into our minds, lingering there so we can never forget them. Delightful feelings vanish with time because they are felt in our hearts. On finding someone else or something else, our hearts forget these delightful feelings, because they've been replaced by new feelings from someone else. Our hearts, I fear are fickle - not letting us know if love is really true. Our minds tell us intellectually of the pain inflicted, always a truth. Does it make sense to you? ?