Simmering Madness Poem by Michael Walkerjohn
Simmering Madness
Limited
expounding of
any significance, in
truth from realization …
unsettling this and nauseous
as are bottomless vistas, and
most thoroughly one's sole
and meager realities; if
one should recall any
of these … looking
through an infinitely
dense set, of personal
circumstances that tend
to, ‘muddy the waters' of
one's forgetfulness … how
familiar are the possibilities
that one's impressionability
is slightly less ‘hillbilly; ' or even
so nilly willy as the next individual so
expressing their possibilities? Whatever!
One's accepting of the reflections of one's
potential, an ‘is it any wonder' moment
indeed … chances of this occurring are
next to none in a society based upon
a pure and individual greedy quest
for more and more coin and more
and more, things in that material
sense; an ever-increasing insanity
that every fallen civilization in the
history of humanity has suffered through.
Regardless of just how the physical content
of said civilizations fell … humanity has
never overcome complacency and
these generations around and
within US; will suffer much
the same fate as all other
social orders … it will fall
flat out on its face and
be replaced … so says
one simply travelling
through every reality
watching and observing
yawning and uncaring of the
unraveling being displayed through
the inherent human characteristic
of what "WE" simply call a
simmering madness.
In intriguing poem in its construction and content with much that is relevant to say...
(....) in the word " WE" " OUR" or only " I" a sense lives as possessiveness if the possessiveness comes as integrity there stays alive the happiness otherwise simmering madness......
this poem is very difficult to understand for me first of all. whatever I want to understand as like below - " WE" the oneness or one finite or indefinite limited or unlimited fractional of integrity if we forget our unity from the nothingness or one-drop of gushing liquid from human body there won't be unity then, there will be a bottomless basket or future-less activities if there is no result there is no efforts of goodness (.....)
Yes in the context of present circumstances ruling the Whole so called affairs looks like simmering madness...very painstakingly authored and well presented......10
Dense set! ! Tense with the muse of mankind on earth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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4/27/2024 9:59:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A well crafted poem of the day. Simply astonishing...10+++