Analysing That Pain Poem by Rani Turton

Analysing That Pain

Rating: 3.1


Like a soft breeze that, barely there, sifts the papers on my table.
A window, open, and the curtains move gently.
A memory, that should not have been there.
An emotion that barely acknowledged should have known better.

Some serious men dissected my emotions.
An existence that, in existing, forgot to be.

A faraway pain, like a bird, alights on my hand,
Some ice on distant mountains settles in my heart.
All my experiences could not help me to understand
Why pain has be analysed, why the soul in crisis
Has to dissect, react and realise.

Pain is more than a commodity
More than a substance that can be caged
Artists and poets have used it in its intensity
And often, often sunk under the weight of its density.

I am one with this emotion.
It has become a part of this whole.
Remove it now and then I fear
That it will leave a painful, abyssmal hole.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rakesh Bedi 07 September 2009

.....Some ice on distant mountains settles in my heart..... very nice, rani! I enjoyed reading your poem.

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Fay Slimm 07 September 2009

Vivid analysis of pain Rani - - and how directly you enter the subject and disect the images of this almost indescribable hurt- - - - an unforgettable read..... Fay 10 + + +

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Linda Hepner 07 September 2009

A fine observation. Yes, why do we? But your poem has normalized it harmonically.

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Rachel Butler 20 September 2009

Remove it now and then I fear That it will leave a painful, abyssmal hole. Rachel Ann Butler

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Bob Blackwell 19 September 2009

By analysing pain we should know why we hurt, a dull longing for someone is the worst of pains. Once we find out why we hurt it would be nice if it just got up and left. We should however not attach to pain, and must try to live each moment as they come. Karin I loved your poem you wrote so sensitively about your distant ache. Bob

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I was touched by 'a faraway pain like a bird that alights on my hand'. Your exploration of pain is sensitively conveyed and and without it a hole is left, as if you deserve to have no release. A vast subject to write about, and beautifully written. 10 love Karin

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John Weber 17 September 2009

I love the way you managed to make this one flow, perhaps pulse, like a nerve ending screaming for conscious attentiveness. Well penned, Rani, which much for the reader to ponder! Warm regards, John.

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Indira Renganathan 09 September 2009

it will leave a painful, abyssmal hole.....a very good analysis on pain...excellent poem

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