The Last Resort…

It seems to me that nowadays I spend so much time putting ideas together to tell a fetching story or express myself prosaically that I’ve forgotten one of my original first loves: Poetry

I started avidly writing poetry for a single reason: catharsis. Very few things can get that burden off your mind than committing it to paper in a stanza or two, trust me. Since 2003 Poetry became my favourite medium of expression and though I have no diary (or do I? 😉 ), flipping through my first poetry book takes me on a trip of wry smiles down memory lane none but I can understand.

poem - confPoetry is not supposed to be obscure or confusing, boring or necessarily repetitive – and of course, rhyming is only optional. Poetry is supposed to make you feel something – whether a subtle joke or profound twist of truth, or just whatever you’d have picked up by the last line.

But I think what freaks me out the most about poetry is that the best kinds are open to interpretation and can even end up telling you more about the Reader than the Poet!

So let me know what you think of this untitled poem I wrote way back in 2007 in the comments below. What do you see? What do you hear? What do you feel?

 

I don’t like it

It’s overly invasive

No boundaries to this one

It burns down bridges with fire

Knowing I would keep them no matter what

And rebuilds them in stone

After I’ve mourned my loss

So I’ll never forget thempoem - man alone

Whisks the reins of my life from my own hands

Makes me the horse

And not the rider

Rearranges life for me

Brick by steadfast brick

Till my home is mine no longer

I’ve tried everything

Sleep, drink, skirt, brawl

All for nought, nought, nought!

*

So I’m picking up this knife todaypoem - knife

I’m at my wits’ end

This nick sure will hurt more than a little

But I need my sleep

Just a short prick

A gash

Some stitches

And I’m done!

So here goes

I hope I survive this

I’ll cut you out, that I will

I need my sleep…poem - sleep

…Tele 😉

16 Comments

  1. Diori Hamani said:

    This is a beautiful piece. Reading this to me provoked thoughts of “bad breakup,” and reminded me of a certain place I once was with myself—the pinpointing pain of not being able to let go. A place we quite too often find ourselves after a bad relationship, especially for those of us who experience “love” too quickly after being away from the scene for a very long time.

    February 4, 2016
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    • Tele said:

      Diori, thanks for the compliment. Glad it spoke to you too..

      February 6, 2016
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  2. Precious said:

    If it’s that invasive, he has to make sure it hasn’t disseminated before slashing somewhere cause if it has, the last resort may be self-annihilation…
    Or, perhaps, he could just… …tame it…

    January 27, 2016
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    • Tele said:

      Sounds easier than it really is when you put it that way…

      February 6, 2016
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      • Precious said:

        My lecturer always says See It Big Make It Simple… SIBMIS.
        But… Well…

        February 6, 2016
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        • Tele said:

          Not all things can be conveniently minimised for later contemplation, my dear…

          February 6, 2016
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  3. Letitia said:

    When you think you are being moved and that you are not in control when in fact you very much are!

    January 27, 2016
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    • Tele said:

      Exactly!

      February 6, 2016
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  4. kekeli said:

    Couldn’t help relate to this,reminding me of the pieces I wrote when depression became my middle name struggling under certain addictions….

    January 27, 2016
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    • Tele said:

      Yeah…there’s some of that in there too

      February 6, 2016
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  5. Parsia said:

    When I read your poem,it brought back memories of being burdened by the weight of a struggling sin..

    January 26, 2016
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    • Tele said:

      Yup, I see that too. The point when you have to get out from under it at all costs…

      January 26, 2016
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  6. BenJ said:

    please me i dont understand oo, Tele, expatiate. 🙂

    January 26, 2016
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    • Tele said:

      …no Anyan, YOU expatiate! That’s the task duh… 😛

      January 26, 2016
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  7. Morkor said:

    I think it’s talking about the heart

    January 26, 2016
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    • Tele said:

      In some ways, yes…I see that too

      January 26, 2016
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