I wonder what my mood wants
Or why my heart flaunts
Its hidden sorrows and tears
Of long forgotten years
This lonely night
My spirit cries
And I simply can’t tell why
What else can I possibly do?
When away from me sleep moves
But to sit through this languid night
And do nothing, but write
Not much will it give
...Just a relief
....so I can sleep.
Indeed what did the writer’s mood want at the time of writing? And why was his/her spirit crying. Whatever it is was enough to cause sleep to drift away. The poem in a way is a reflection of a person who is deeply troubled within. The only way the person feels a tiny bit of relief is to put pen to paper, and write. The person refuses to face the troubles for fear of being overwhelmed by them and finds solace in the phrases, “I don’t know or I can’t tell why”. As difficult as it may sound, the person might find even greater peace and relief and sleep at last if he or she opens up and confronts the troubles head on.
ReplyDeletethe life of a writer is not clear to many i suppose. putting pen on paper is how i confront the issue..it's not just writing for me...to entertain. it's healing...it's needed release...it's prayer straight from the heart...unadulterated. that is the miracle and beauty of poetry.
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