Margaret Alice

(The Crystal Age / Pretoria - South Africa)

Feelings: Life is a Flight From Feelings That Burn


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…

Submitted: Sunday, February 10, 2008
Edited: Friday, April 18, 2008

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  • Aine Ní Leidhin (2/18/2008 4:20:00 PM)

    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 (Report) Reply

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