The sun is bright everything's alright, yet something's in the air
A sense of gloom, impending doom, all I can do is sit and stare
To be formal everything's quite normal, can't put my finger on a thing
But I can't help but feel something unreal that the future will bring
A sense of dread fills my head, I sit on sharp pins
A dead sensation fills creation even though spring has taken my sins
Prescience, precognition, a feeling, recognition, something is out of place
Something bent, a pressure with no vent, a black hole without grace
Buried deep where I can keep it out of view
Garbage smells and a tale tells of an odor one can't subdue
Things from the past layers amassed raise from the grave
A haunting ghost, a whipping post for thoughts I forgave
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A sensation we all have at times, that nagging feeling this ain't what it appears and so on, some though get so fixated on that instinct that they end up making that instinct reality, hope that makes sense, another enjoyable read
Thank you very much Tobani. I have often wondered it that feeling comes from suppressed memories that are close to surfacing but not yet remembered only felt or an instinctual sense that something is about to happen. I appreciate your input and support
You are very welcome, probably a bit off both
love this well written
your words say it all
expressed so well
flows beautifully jim
Thank you so much Jim for your review and most kind words of support they mean a great deal
your welcome poem was lovely
That leaves a delicious existentialist sensation in the guts of a blackhole !
Thank you so much for the read and comment my friend it is most appreciated
Your poem “Gut Feelings” explores the tension between a seemingly normal exterior and an underlying sense of dread or unease. It reflects on the conflicting emotions that arise when one feels that something is wrong despite the outward appearance of stability and brightness.
which it seems to revolve around feelings of anxiety and foreboding, contrasting the beauty of spring with an internal sense of gloom. It delves into themes of intuition, the subconscious, and the haunting presence of unresolved issues from the past.
Thank you Friendship for the interpretation and analysis of this poem it is always most appreciated and valued
You're very welcome,Sorenbarrett
You capture the queasy feeling of unease, when the subconscious seems to be at work. This poem evokes that eerie feeling quite powerfully.
Thank you Bella for your read and most kind words of encouragement they are most appreciated
Great write
Most appreciated Tony, thank you for your review.
You're welcome
Good write SB, and some more meal ideas for me to serve to KP in the last verse. lol.
Thank you Orchi you should have a whole recipe book by now. Your words are most appreciated
It captures inner conflict. Outer world seems bright and normal but internally unease.
Well worded, a fave.....
Thank you so much for your review and interpretation it is deeply appreciated
A heavy-hitting piece, Soren. That second stanza especially is unafraid to dig...it is dread wrapped in rhyme, prescience wrapped in shadow. Love it, my dear friend. 🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you Tristan I deeply appreciate your reads and comments my friend
You are most welcome.
Kinda like you’re waiting for the other shoe to drop? I feel it, nice.
Thank you kindly for your read and comment it is most appreciated
Many have those secrets within them soren and are afraid to let them out.
Andy
Thank you Andy for the review and comment. Yes it is true fear rules many.
Finely written. What strikes me is that it paints a picture of general unease from many angles but leaves it hanging without any resolve or answer, which adds to the sense of unease. Which makes it interesting and well done.
Thank you so much for the read and comment. Yes you noticed this lack of resolution and it was deliberate in that the feeling itself seldom gains resolution.
Hello, Soren,
In a state of complete contentment to be interrupted by a sense, this is too good to be true, resulting in a strange form of paranoia, worrying for the simple reason, in having nothing to worry about, so much so to dig up the past, if you will, if not, there must be something looming for one to worry about. It's an awful state to find oneself in and in a way, somewhat comical, Woody Allen-ish. You have captured this state of the mind with your usual command of the poetic art which I always admire, truly.
Your fellow poet and friend,
Tony.
Tony you are very kind my friend. I sometime think such feelings are neurochemical misfirings at others psychological uncovering of buried memories or triggers but then I think they are just two different ways of seeing the same thing and it answers nothing. I appreciate your comments and your visits are highly anticipated.
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