Harm
Trying to write I lift a scab
to see my lifeforce flow,
for under the crust of all things dead
lie things we crave to know...
yet with such knowing are we fixed
or wounded all the more?
by careless angst we self-inflict
there is no reason for.
Comments
Landi Cruz
Fri 23rd May 2025 03:32
So late...
I think there is an argument for angst.
Simply stated it says that clearly expressing a problem in words is the better part of the battle.
Clarity is the trick, though. Otherwise, it's lip service.
Thanks for the like Hugh.
Is there an argument which supports the angst being worthwhile?
David RL Moore
Thanks Graham,
I think I'd have to agree with your mother.
David
Thankyou for your comment and thoughts Uilleam,
like you I don't know the answer. I suppose it's just a process, whether it's beneficial or not when looked at from a distance...who of us can know.
David
Scratching a scab is a wonderful expression to describe poets David. I find poetry an insatiable affliction, at best mesmerising and worst agonising. My mother would have said 'you don't know whether you're on your arse or your elbow' and she would be right!
I've been wondering how to respond to your question, David.
On the one hand, writing -poetry in this instance - is thought to be therapeutic / beneficial.
Or does ruminating, going over old ground, only cause more suffering?
I suppose only the psychiatrists / pschologists know the answer to that.
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Thanks for the like Aisha
David
Thanks to RBK, Stephen, Holden and Tom for the likes.
David
Much love to all who endure their own challenges and persist in life.
David
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David RL Moore
Sat 24th May 2025 13:49
I think so too Landi