So Much Crap Poem by Richard Wlodarski
So Much Crap
Touch me in morning
When I'm in mourning
When I can't see sun
Because I'm so blind
Touch me in afternoon
When mourning's none too soon
When I can't hear song
Of Nature calling now
Touch me at night
When loneliness
Kills all sunlight
Nothing's in sight
Touch me in lost dream
When I can only scream
Life's been so damn unfair
And shit was in my care
I agree with Carl: YOU CAPTURED SO MUCH IN THIS POEM. The title was not. very promising, the subsequent poem fulfilled multiple promises about the creative life, or rather the struggle to live one. The formal pattern of 4-line stanzas shows you are in command of your subject and not surrendering to despair. There is a strong intelligence at work in this poem and it is transforming disconnected energies into one vital force.
Daniel, Kerouac paid a huge price in his struggle with living the creative life. He gave up on a wife and daughter for fear that they would get in the way of his writing. I believe that your last line is referring to a higher intelligence. And I am most definitely being guided by it. Fortunately, it is positive in spirit!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 4:32:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A poem of deep internal devastation. It appears as if the speaker is in desperate need of rescue from the turmoil he's steeped in. I'm left curious but too afraid to ask what was left in his care that went awry. Anyhow, this is impressive,10~