Today is the first day of many.
Renewed hope
and a sense of belonging,
Invigorated feel.
Often lost in
a stream of unconscious
thought fears,
my minds eye
views
a landscape of
isolation.
For reasons unknown,
A constant use of sight
as negative feedback.
Body running
As a robot of
Sensory misperception.
Perplexing
To know that as a race
We run on habitual
pessimism.
News anchors
And terror plots
Weather bombs
And communist rumblings,
Oil
Oil
And Chavez.
I’m throwing it away.
This stream
Is built on water
flowing.
Copyright (c) David DeSantis
Your poem has powerful spiritual insights as well as being an imaginative exploration of both personal and universal angst. Like an impressionistic painting, you ask the reader to smudge the eyes in order to reveal the whole image. Another interesting poem. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
a new perspective on things. i like. run with it. oh well swim against that current buddy.
a stream of misconception flowing unhesitantly towards a stream of hope.........hope that vanished into another branches of stream........a very peculiar abstract write. best regards, Sulaiman
Yes many times out of nothing we feel in the same manner as you have expressed, frustration, pessimism creep in as an inevitable part of our stream of consciousness. Such alternate phases make a life.. Well expressed in poetic lines… Abha
Great piece bro...you'll get a lot of response to this my man....definitely worth more than '10' Keep'm coming bro... Clean Dishes Jon
conscious stream, absolute control on stream of matter; ‘we run on habitual pessimism’ blatant truth in eloquent lines, a very good write
Without negative feedback we would all be dead... it is the balance redirect of nature... may your life stream be filled more with confluence than times of empheral dryness... aroha
Like the new twist given to the first line. I agree with the inbetween and, for some reason, the last part fits in perfectly. I’m throwing it away. This stream Is built on water flowing. So we start another day....
Hello David my friend. Hope you had a pleasant weekednd. What a thought provoking poem on thoughts. Good way with words my friend, I enjoyed. Loyd
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Each new day is a gift and well worth living. Strength for the journey, David. For a fine wordsmith, such as yourself, life is filled with creative adventures. Warmest regards, Sandra