I lack a feeling
I empty out words
Curt to everyone I see these days
Careless as no one much matters
I need a sentiment
Instead of trying to be a clever I lack
Like a Beatles Rum Raisin hullabaloo
On malcontent Marmalade skies
I desire a sensation
Not some two-fingered revolutions
On a lonesome afternoon
A worn out pacifier
I require an emotion
Of some sort, sometime, somewhere
I can take a boot to the shins
Without being aware of it
What is with me?
More than that what isn’t with me?
Something further than a bell jar
That can be shattered
A disappointing enchantment
I have become
The invitations are dead letters
Deader than the sea scrolls
My own genius is in genuine
Like an un-amusing muse
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi WSS, your title describes perfectly what your poem is about. Feeling! it is something we all start with, but as time goes on and we are hurt, sometimes in a shocking devastating way, as in losing someone, our emotions deaden, we don; t feel pain but, we don't feel anything else either. I am involved in young people and extreme sports, and I notice the ones that often succeed, do so due to bad childhood, trauma etc! They don't care about themselves, so they are able to take more risk, in order to reach the top. My son lost his dad and he became involved in these sports, he was only 8 at the time, and it pained me to see him hurting himself, in this acceptable way. Now he is a little sk8ing star and has started to recover his feelings, thank the lord. A great thought provoking poem. 10 from Tai