EPICENTRE

This is so sad. Your poem describes me to a tee. I hope you don't feel this bad, as this is not a good place to be. Beautufully written. Xena Quote: Science is what you know; philosophy is what you don't know. - Bertrand Russell

This is a mournful piece which I much admire. You keep getting better all the time. My favorite lines are: No more room to step aside stoop to hide hungry eye died without detection, held within a cocoon of solemn sobriety my solo society grasping demented perception. I think many can relate to your idea and feelings. Always, Cat

Zigs, sadly the majority of people who would read and comment on this are way too busy fighting in the blogs section these days. As you know I was privy to this poem before you posted, so you already know my thoughts...which in short were that this was a fantastic, yet sad and miserable poem. These are the type I prefer to read as they hit home and connect with me so much more than happier poems. Fav stanza is still this: Imprisoned by condition this onward rendition reshaping a former fetal state, lone without a (a typo for you 'foetal, unless you meant 'fatal) reaction my eventual demise and subtraction. I like the 'imprisoned' image...the whole poem makes you feel trapped and unable to break free. I like your style with this poem and also hope you only visited this emotion for the sake of the poem and is not a state you are in right now. Good job my friend, HS ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "With all that I am and all that I could be, I walk this earth and yet nobody sees me".

Ziggy, a few suggestions, more for readability than anything else as I love the slanted rhymes, message and flow of this poem. My only real problem is one I'm sure you share. spelling differences. Getting used to yours as apposed to ours. *L* Well done. Enfolding back in on my centre decreasing void can`t avoid epicentre A Venus flytrap of detention[,] my own self absorbed indirection. No more room to step aside[,] stoop to hide hungry eye died without detection, held within a cocoon of solemn sobriety my solo society grasping demented perception. Imprisoned by condition this onward rendition reshaping a former fetal state, lone without a reaction my eventual demise and subtraction. Respectfully, Rett: “Anyone who sacrifices liberty for security deserves neither.” Benjamin Franklin

Sorry to get here late I have been busy with life the last couple of days great write and Cats comment struck me, it is mournful it pulls you into the epicentre of the sadness well done love and hugs JayCee x x x (Quote~~"It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree. "--Charles Baudelaire)

Great use of language, consistent rythm, not sure i understood the theme, but i enjoyed it none the less. lou xx