The Curse of Romanticism

[ToffeeFable]

The tears strike.
Behind the wheel,
Between the pages,
In this familiar yard strewn with leaves.
The setting changes.
The feeling doesn't.

The feeling of grasping at words,
Grasping at them like they're the only panacea for watering eyes,
Watering eyes in awe of the commonplace,
The beauty I wish more would see,
The beauty I wish I could ignore.

That way I'd carry on,
Aglow with productivity,
Putting out more than taking in,
And threatened by this mental cage nevermore.

[kiz_paws]

The tears strike.
Behind the wheel,
Between the pages,
In this familiar yard strewn with leaves.
The setting changes.
The feeling doesn't.

The feeling of grasping at words,
Grasping at them like they're the only panacea for watering eyes,
Watering eyes in awe of the commonplace,
The beauty I wish more would see,
The beauty I wish I could ignore.

That way I'd carry on,
Aglow with productivity,
Putting out more than taking in,
And threatened by this mental cage nevermore.Toffee, this poem is exquisite. As I read it, I kept thinking of VanGogh, and how you have voiced his inner turmoil. Wonderfully done and a joy to read. Thank you. :)

[ToffeeFable]

Kiz, that made my morning. I love art (I'm a studio arts minor), and Van Gogh is one of my favorite painters. I'll have to read his stuff!

[ToffeeFable]

I appreciate the feedback Jason. What inspired me to write this was a feeling of being overwhelmed by the nature of the world and its complexities, something akin to Ricky Fitz's response to the plastic bag, if you're familiar with that character. Still, it's always interesting to learn about alternate interpretations!