Me and these tempting English letters, we can't
Seem to have enough of each other
Surreal placements, positions
Jaded with predispositions
Pouring through my eyes
Beyond comprehension
Or need, I write about
What I cannot define
I try to cheat, I borrow some languages
Borrowing the time and the space
Of people capable of thinking
In multiple languages, ways
Their minds, their words
With my insatiable lust
In one, or many forms
Combined biases, my perspectives
With my human limitations
People help me reason
This meat, sometimes
They don't have to
I know I am bound
To this life, one that's short
"Quit selling me short"
I say to these lines
But they run short
Of me, this body
It's capacity, it's zeal, time
I have things to say, but
I don't do justice to
The things I say
Do you really know?
What I mean is
Incomplete...
...And it will end
With my
Name.
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 28th, 2024 00:17
- Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes, the human body, human perception of time and space, the shape of human life, can be the limitations to the human potential of composure. I can feel so much more than what I can express and recreate, accurately.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
I'm full of admiration for the time effort and tenacity which must have gone into that piece of yours.
I'm just a little unsure of the message.
Thanks for reading and being so patient with it š Its a poem about how incomplete my writing feels to me. It's about how I am unable to fully describe what I want to describe, no matter how many different ways I try, to do so. Human language limitations, biases, strengths and weaknesses, make me feel, incompetent in expressing the things hard to define...The plethora of feelings...so hard to contain and describe at times...specially when I write...Time also feels like a limiting factor....for eg. When I write about love, it never fully describes all that my heart feels.
Just dare and don't care !
š
My comments on the poem "Poetic injusticeā by Alan R.
Language has its inherent limitations. It can only convey or say so much. It can never say entirely what we feel or think. Strangely, the unspoken words say more and are more impactful : the look in the eyes, the expression on the faceā¦ These have bigger and more lasting impacts. Tears, too, are more powerful than words. Tears are a powerful tool of babies. They donāt do it deliberately; itās part of human instincts and human means of seeking help or attention. Soman Ragavan. 14 February, 2024.
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