Barbed–wire thoughts, thoughts that burn
when they are being thought – I don’t have
much sympathy with feelings expressed
Because real pain can’t be explained; memories
and thoughts that sting can’t be conveyed in
simple words; when pain is described
In everyday terms, the pain was made small
enough to fit into minuscule verbs; real pain
can’t be described; it hurts too much…
The part of the brain that enables us to use
symbols like words, sublimates pain and
experience before formulation
Real pain remains inside, still undescribed,
the real thought that burns can’t be said-
Life is a flight from feelings
that burn…
Many try to escape feelings that overwhelm, become too strong. An interesting write that uses carefully chosen language to makes its point. Well-done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Can we ever legitimately cut loose from our foundations? Unless we are prepared to pay the price we are confronted, at every new stage, with a task of finding a new interpretation appropriate to the stage. in order to connect the life of the past that still exists in us with the life of the present, nothing can be fitted into a formula. The process of integration is mighty powerful. Nice write Kind regards Aine