Lord, I am an anthology,
a collection of unpoetic,
unaligned belongings
and possessions that
do not get along together,
that I can't bear myself-no longer.

Please, Take me...
Take the whole stature of me;
neither leave a stiff body to
be cried over, nor allow my
soul to flee in peace.

^These are definately my favourite stanza's of the whole piece!!

The whole poem is full of sadness and deep emotion, and tugs at my heart strings, I felt every word I read. And the quality of the flow was flawless, and the wording unique and well structured.

I can't find a fault no matter how hard I try to, LOL

You always do such a great job on these kinds of poems

Love always
Tara
xxxx

My mind; a highway
bearing hosts of arrivals,
a mass of eyes flashing
for departure
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
The use of the word host is brilliant in this first stanza - it makes me think of someone else controlling our minds - in this case a possible ghost?

And I, wish it to shut...
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
When our minds are open to these sorts of things, I think it can be harder to close or control. Reading this line I am thinking of that movie with Kevin Bacon - Stir of echos

My heart; an opened ocean
inflowing distant, foreign signals-
into the madness
of my waves
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
I love the idea you have mentioned of foreign signals. Something out of the ordinary. Not the norm.

And I, wish it to dry

My soul; an airship-
empty but heavy,
pulling me down to earth,
though hauling me into
the depth of unkind skies
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
I love the image here hun. So well written. Empty but heavy - brilliant

Lord, I am an anthology,
a collection of unpoetic,
unaligned belongings
and possessions that
do not get along together,
that I can't bear myself-no longer
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
This makes me think that your mind which seems as though is uncontrollable is really at war with itself.

Please, Take me...
Take the whole stature of me;
neither leave a stiff body to
be cried over, nor allow my
soul to flee in peace.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Such a heartbreaking stanza hun. This makes me think of being in limbo

Oh what an awesome poem. I may not be reading it or understanding it as you intended the reader to but this is the feel I got while reading it.

You are a magnificent writer!!!

x

You don't know how much you ruptured my inner feelings now.... and I'm afraid I'd become vulnerable.

I love it. You have props.

Nana, this one has to be a winner.Great piece indeed.

Oh Nana,
This is such a sad piece, with a defeated tone.

" I am an anthology,
a collection of unpoetic,
unaligned belongings
and possessions that
do not get along together"

^ Just that stanza could be a poem all by itself. There is such a sense of friction and conflict between your various thoughts, emotions etc. One thing! I felt you could lose the "and" before the second to last line!

"My soul; an airship-
empty but heavy"

^ It's so true, when we feel empty, we can never say truthfully that we therefore feel light and free. We feel heavy hearted! I think to put an oxymoron in here, e.g empty weight or empty heaviness, this could have worked very very well. But that's just me =]

I'm so glad I took the time to read this. If i could vote, I would!

XXX

I always keep watch for your poems and since you changed your name I have gotten a little lost haha sorry

I have to go with all the about sad indeed but well written

Coming right from heart and thats where it touches while reading, loved it.

all the best and take care