I’m glad those weren’t flowers you were bringing from the car
I’m glad you didn’t notice me when I left after class
I’m glad you moved away with people more like you
I’m glad you got hold of your disorderly obsessions
I’m glad you didn’t take me with you on that weekend fishing trip
I’m glad you’re not here
I’m glad I’m not there
All is perfect… each sheep with its flock
There´s method to the madness
Chaos is an illusion
Intelligent design at work
All is well in paradise.
By tuttysan © 2007
I am afraid I feel that this poem needs reworking. As always, I love the concept you put through. But this time, I feel that the words are not strong enough.
Another point, some of the words are not very visible because of the black behind them (for example, each in each sheep with its flock …..
really like your choice of the background picture though. Somehow it fits in the spatial expanse of your message.
Thank you Ritiwik. You were right about the photo. The words on top were illegible. So I took it out.
My poetry is unedited and ususally written in one sitting. I don’t rework my poems unless they don’t accurately convey my true feelings or thoughts. This one does my heart right as for the 5 people it was written for. I understand not everyone will like it and I’m OK with that.
The antisocialist finds your poem strangely satisfying, Tuttysan, particularly the first eight lines. There’s an almost mysterious quality about it that entices, a quality of things unspoken, important things …