I feel

by Saerelune   Feb 23, 2017


I'm a vessel, but I feel.

When you put me on that hardwood floor,
I can feel the late night shuffling
in the roughness of its skin.
It lives, and you're scraping off its skin
deadline by deadline, leaving trails of hair
as your scalp flakes with the scurf of distress.

You're a millennial that's pixelating
and no amount of data could convince you
of the gold that flows off your fingertips.

"I'm not artistic", you say
as you spin magic from hay.

There's denial in your reflection
but everything longs for affection.

I could be the oasis you drink from:
the droplet that sits at your tongue
to quench your drunken mirage.

You see, there's a world of disaster
that we could master on your desktop.
Silence becomes light when night arrives
with its hushed steps and crooked smile,
if only you'd dream like I do,
if only you'd feel.

I'm a vessel, but at least I feel.

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  • 7 years ago

    by Em

    Oh wow!

  • 7 years ago

    by Everlasting

    "i'm a vessel, but I feel"

    I'm so glad you weren't talking about empty vessels. . . though the good thing about empty vessels is that they can be filled up. Also, the good thing about vessels in general (I think) is that they are either - already filled up or empty or a little bit of both.

    I'm not sure I understand the poem in general, neither that I have grasped its meaning. However, when I read it, I had this sensation as if I'm in someone else's mind. As if this someone is telling this to herself( Can't help but link the poem to a woman for obvious reasons). Anyhow,

    You know, I often wonder if the chairs, the floor, and object in general, can feel. I often think of them as empty vessels - vessels that cannot feel like I do because, at least as per my current knowledge, they do not have a nervous system. As per that conclusion, I think of myself as a vessel that is neither filled nor empty, but that at times, is on the brink of becoming empty, or vice versa, filled.

    Why am I saying this? I don't know, I feel like letting you know what's going on in my mind as a result of reading your poem. Though, I mainly had two impressions when reading. One, the narrator is calling herself a vessel like a metaphor.... Two, the narrator is talking to a ship and comparing herself to it. Then, towards the middle to end, I get the impression the narrator is comparing herself to a computer and digital data plus showing her insecurities and her vulnerabilities... and arriving to the conclusion that she feels unlike the object. Nice to see you posting again.

    • 7 years ago

      by Saerelune

      Thank you for your comment Luce.

      As always your train of thoughts quite reflect my mood when I wrote this poem. Even though you might feel like you're rambling, you actually have a very intuitive way of comprehending my work.

      It's a bit odd as this poem is indeed written towards myself, a monologue in my mind between two selves (would that be a dialogue?). Vessel, empty or full, of half full or half empty, who knows. It changes I guess depending on our thirst and our laziness.

      Interesting perspective on feeling. Logically objects don't feel since they don't have a nervous system. Yet I kind of see it from the perspective of physics. When you stand on a floor you will exert force on the floor, in return the floor will exert a counter force in reaction. I guess in that way, objects do feel?

      But all of this might as well be a fictional after-tagging of meaning since I don't think I think when I write. I mean I do think in terms of sound and words but not necessarily what the words mean in total because they just seem to fall together like that.

  • 7 years ago

    by Ren

    This is amazing!

    Your descriptions and choice of words are just...WOW! What a vivid scene you've brought to life.

    Absolutely brilliant and captivating...and like Britt said...phenomenal!

  • 7 years ago

    by Britt

    This is absolutely phenomenal.

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