Confessions of a dangerous mind

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Perhaps it is my folly;
tucking away conscience beneath unswept rubble,
leather bound journals,
and era of forgotten moments that separate abalone clouds
from charcoalβ€”
it verbalizes the shattered mirror
through
which we occasionally catch glimpses of the world;
this moral culpability,
these jaded lips painted fuchsia merely to put up a brave frontβ€”
I am guilty,
for how else can one explain the incessant thundering of heart?
Pull up a rusty lawn chair,
shake me and take me by the shoulders,
loving someone deeply is equivalent to being tortured;
and now I am lost,
wandering aimlessly around areas of sparse population.
I have always hated it
when authors send characters down the elevator shaft,
these honey-dipped corpses
locked away in a room where even moonbeams cannot hope to reach.
What a waste.
If only I could touch them
savor tempestuous torso before it rises past me like a host of thoughts
irresistible;
I am sorry, did you really think I changed?

 

 

 

Photo credits: Aaron Westerberg “Immersion,”oil on panel

Poem inspired by the title of movie “Confessions of a dangerous mind,” directed by George Clooney.

Lisa hosts at dVerse tonight and asks us to write inspired by the Mussenden folly or folly in general, come join us! πŸ’

Posted for Poetics @ dVerse Poets Pub

40 Replies to “Confessions of a dangerous mind”

  1. Exquisitely composed, Sanaa. It is torture to love someone deeply and it cannot be reasoned away. My favorite part of your poem:
    “it verbalizes the shattered mirror
    through
    which we occasionally catch glimpses of the world;”
    Thoughts and reality are sometimes so divergent from each other!

  2. You describe the longing quite well, evocatively and eloquently. As well as passionately.

    Like Lisa, I adored these lines very much:

    “and era of forgotten moments that separate abalone clouds
    from charcoalβ€”
    it verbalizes the shattered mirror
    through
    which we occasionally catch glimpses of the world…”

    There is wisdom here, and I love how each line flows with grace like a bird. Beautiful wordsmithing, yet again.

  3. The folly of falling in love is a well-written topic, but you have explored it in new ways β€˜beneath unswept rubble’, Sanaa! I love that you ask the question, β€˜how else can one explain the incessant thundering of heart?’ but do not attempt to answer it, just accept the effects for what they are, even if β€˜loving someone deeply is equivalent to being tortured’ – a true romantic.

  4. Very strong message, so open and honest. Love hurts, or it can if it goes awry of off the rails; yet we must go there, venture forth with our heart in our hands, for Love is the apex of human achievement; all else is folly.

  5. That last line caught me off-guard, then catching me up to the guilt she has accumulated, the murderous tortures of love. Beautifully penned encounter with a mind full of a “host of thoughts irresistible.”

  6. I love this,
    it verbalizes the shattered mirror
    through
    which we occasionally catch glimpses of the world;
    this moral culpability,
    these jaded lips painted fuchsia merely to put up a brave front

    And the blunt honesty in the last line.

  7. loving someone deeply is equivalent to being tortured…
    this is the confession of a dangerous mind, and the lines of this poem evoke all the pitfalls of love, that we long to touch and examine. Great read!

  8. absolutely love every line of this, especially “era of forgotten moments that separate abalone clouds
    from charcoal” so much colour and texture in this torture … a marvellous rendition of love lost or seperated.

    And another phrase that resonated was “I have always hated it when authors send characters down the elevator shaft” … yes written off and forgotten for various reasons. Great layers here

  9. I love the image you’ve used and the story you’ve told with your words here, Sanaa, especially ‘I am guilty,
    for how else can one explain the incessant thundering of heart?’
    I haven’t seen the film but I’ll look out for it now!

  10. You create such lassitude in this poem, the painting of lips just because, the sitting and waiting. I want to take her by the shoulders and shake her too!

  11. Powerful emotions, written beautifully.

    “it verbalizes the shattered mirror
    through
    which we occasionally catch glimpses of the world;”

    “these honey-dipped corpses
    locked away in a room where even moonbeams cannot hope to reach.”

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