There Is A Poem To Write Poem by Julia Luber
There Is A Poem To Write
When I think of what it means to be alive and how
we have to fuss away the day with doing so many things
just to maintain our mere existence: life becomes just
a state of responsibility. Nothing really more.
You have to do this; you have to do that.
Your super ego is your mother somehow becoming you.
It is not necessarily how we like to think of life-
that it is just having to do stuff. Be it brushing one's teeth
or killing that fly. Life is just chronic. You can't take a break.
There is always something to do. And when there is not,
there is a poem to write.
Your super ego is your mother somehow becoming you/// superb writings
There's only one stanza and no rhyming seems present, no humor, nor , no exciting violence, nor alliterations, but STILL I give it five stars. bri ;)
Julia, Today I see a comment you sent me 3 years ago to 'Mashed Potatoes'. Thanks. This poem from you [one of life's 'RESPONSIBILITIES'] rings a bell in my brain. At my age, my responsibilites are less: actually I'm dead now. bri ;)
We are just existing here. We have to take on our responsibilities. Nicely written poem here Julia.
Thank you for your reading and response. I apologize for not responding earlier.
A fine finish to a eloquent piece ful of thoughtfulness. Thanks for sharing Commenting on my poem
Your super ego is your mother somehow becoming you. Life is just chronic. You can't take a break. then comes the peace and rest and a poem is born. how true.. we are all experiencing it in our lives. thank u dear poetess. tony
Thank you for reading my poems and responding. I like how you've interpreted a sense of peace and rest somehow following a busy chaotic rush and business and how that is sometimes the origin space of a poem…..Reflective reasoning after a hard long day!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 9:22:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
What a terrible shame that we can't stop, take stock and listen the planets heart beat from time to time. It slows the pulse, relaxes the mind, allows us to taste the air. This poem brought to mind all that, so thank you.
I wish I could hear the heart beat of the planet too!