How intuitively, immediate
It is, to recognise you all
It’s in that sigh of your step
That weary of your, blink.
We float along, dogpaddling our river of fate
Flowing offbeat, with life’s incessant unease
Our eyes as barren spotlight’s guiding others
Yet
Like all lighthouses, beneath our smiling beam
There is but an abandoned tower of hollowness
Encased
within Time-ravaged silent walls
of once, spotless sands of hope.
We, who keep to ourselves at gatherings
Present but unnoticed, that solitary habit
In amongst a tide of blank, vibrant faces
Yet, once two or four come close
We glow
Alert, like a salvaged lampshade
Eager to please, smiling all-teeth
Everything gaiety and lark, breezy
Carefree, witty
An anchoring pulsing beat of, their
Party
Until
More join in and we’re trapped
In a crowd of six or twelve, where
As like a strained sensor bulb, we
fade
Blend in-to that background role
We know, so debilitatingly, well.
From time to time, pausing
as if a glitchy cartoon, standing
in doorways
as if soaring within stilled Time
then, just like something in us
pressed PLAY
we start moving again, aimless
grabbing a glass of suppressive
alcohol, willingly forgetting
we came, looking for kindness.
My people
I too, have run my fingers
Upon that seabed of ethereal solitude
Felt
Those grainy pebbles of existence’s
Invisible vibrations, making us ache
Frequencies of warped, self-hate
I too, have looked
Upon life’s majestic Twilights
While yawning, my discomfort
At how callously, Nature teases
Existence’s incandescent beauty.
Living
Stumbling through our gifted laughter’s
While crawling past our inevitable strife
Knowing
Every once in a while, randomly
While going about our life
We’ll look-up, instinctively look around
Sensing or feeling
A vibration, A connection
With another
That we recognise, gravitate
Towards, intuitively
An innate alignment with our
Pulse’s, beat
Realising, remembering
we’re not, so alone
we’re not a mistake
we’ll be just, as fine
as everyone else
we will just be taking those off-Map
paths in life, as
our Natural state of imperfect, grace
it’s just our way of surviving
without surrendering
being who we are and making
the most of our precious lives!
© L. B. Mek
May 2022
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Great piece Mr. LB.
" It's just our way of surviving without surrendering being who we are and making the most of our precious lives"
I love this
glad you could relate, dear Poet
I really appreciate your encouraging words
this is not just a poem, is it .. it's far more than that ..
how much of your soul exactly did you promise your muse for a slice of it ........ Neville
lol
hey, modernity's all about monetisation, right?
so what's a wannabe poet supposed to barter
if only my soul had a decent credit score...
lol
thanks Hyung!
know that your kindness is never taken for granted
L. B. We are all different but at the same time the same. We make up a whole of humanity and I think all have felt this isolation in the midst of masses. We all long for acceptance and a need to be valued. How this reflects our own insecurities and doubts about our onw self worth. Yes we look for those rare connetions that give us some mooring in the endless tide of populace. With luck we do at times come to the sense that we are different but the same and we must take our own path to define who we are. Such a deep psychological piece.
Amen!
thank you for sharing your profound distillation
of my humble effort, dear cherished Poet
Very nice poem
thanks, glad you enjoyed the read
Making the most of our precious life!! Absolutely!!! ❤
indeed, glad you could relate
thank you!
You told my story until I realised there is no worth in the praise of man. Nicely written
glad you could relate, thank you!
Sincere applause for My People and all it reminds us of kindness - connections and finding we are not so alone when vibrations from others relate to our own semi-hidden insecurities - this deep and powerful reflection on finding or own way to survive is a treasure to read again and again.
I was really hoping you would like this one dear Fay
thank you my kind friend
Dear poet you have described so eloquently the jig saw puzzle of life. So often we feel to be the odd piece that just doesn't fit in. But when we take a much closer look, we discover that our own uniqueness will guide us to the very spot we've overlooked. We think we have to be the same shape as every other piece, but it turns out that it is diversity that keeps the puzzle interesting and worth doing. Thank you for this insightful and thought provoking read, it is such a fav.
'we discover that our own uniqueness
will guide us to the very spot we've overlooked.'
thank you!
for gracing this humble page with your wisdom my friend
so very true
Good true words Mek.
I live my life and believe
"This is me, if you do not like what you see it is not my problem, it is yours."
Andy
so true, glad you enjoyed the read Andy
thank you!
I think this was one of the first poems/lyrics I read when I started posting. I didn't want to say too much lol. Testing the waters.
Oh my God! This song!!!! People pleaser! If you’re an empath, it's even worst. We want to "fix", because we can FEEL so much, but that's not our job.
"How intuitively, immediate, it is, to recognise you all"- You SEE, but are YOU being seen? "Our eyes as barren spotlight’s guiding others"- giving from an empty cup...creating hollowness.
"In a crowd of six or twelve, where, As like a strained sensor bulb, we fade, blend in-to that background role We know, so debilitatingly, well" I was telling someone about how comfortable I feel in the background, alone; I sort of panic if I'm in a group of more than 3 people, and I quickly remove myself. Too much energy! I'm learning and working on it.
BUT, life, sometimes, grants us the gift of connecting with someone who gets it, forcing us to remember we're not alone in this life!
This is so relatable! Anyone who has been through an awakening, will understand what it's like to be present but unnoticed; to give, and not know how to receive! To love, not feeling loved. Thankfully...there is that
"Natural state of imperfect, grace"! If only we open our eyes and simply...be! We're not meant to follow a map, we are the map!
Amen!
brilliantly unfurled, wise Poet
you elevated my humble scribble
with your insightful eloquence
thank you!
(and yes, great song
and great singer/song writer)
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