Rosewood Apothecary
Rosewood Apothecary
Jul 30, 2023

Modern World, Forgotten Words

Poem Body

All these words flow through my thinking
Come and go like summer days of youth
Once they’re gone they leave a trail
Of vaporous nostalgic sadness
Joyful feelings seem preposterous
Among so fragile and futile a task
Such as simply existing within
The constructs of murderous modernity

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: U.S.A., USA

Favorite Poets: Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost, Walt Whitman. I’m enamored by the work of lyricists such as Robert Hunter, John Barlow, John Dyer Baizley, and Tom Marshall just to name a handful.

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Comments

Geezer

to be the first truly free verse today! It gave an idea, constructed a framework around it and came to a conclusion; all without complaining about the rigid construct of rhyme and rhythm while indulging in it! Nicely done! ~ Geez.
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Lavender

Hi, Tim,
I will be curious to find out your intent with this one. There is a sense of loss of hope and withdrawal - and the feeling of something overwhelming closing in. I want to know more. I'll be back!
L