What Does It All Mean? - a Poem About Life
How do we figure it out?
This is yet another mad rambling in the collection of “The A.M. Poems,” words scribbled in a spiral notebook in the wee hours of the morning.
This poem is foggy and thick, and, even as the author, I’m still trying to decipher what it all means.
I’m certain that it has a lot to do with loss, searching, and the feeling of what really even matters in life.
Thinking, Meditating . . . .
What Does It All Mean?
Cascade of hair,
With fallen rain
And morning glories,
On forgotten memories
And lonely loves,
On golden moments
And empty hearts.
A fountain
Of life-like thoughts
Through the soul
To the mind
In random swiftness
To slowly penetrate
The fog of confusion.
Cover thy face.
Hide from living.
Whether remembered or forgotten,
Whether ripe or barren,
Whether rainbows or thorns,
We no longer can
Tell the difference.
Other "A.M.Poems"
- Poem - Nothing Makes Sense
Years ago, when going through rough times, I would write poetry until the wee hours of the morning. This is a rambling one, as many were, about nothing making sense. I liked to call my collection, "The A.M. Poems." - Poem - Foolishness
Writing into the night is something writers often do. From my spiral notebook of "The A.M. Poems," "Foolish Babbling" speaks of the need to stop writing...and rest. - Poem - Always Goodbye?
This is another poem from my notebook of "The A.M. Poems," those I have written in the wee hours of the morning when my mind is whirling and my pen is rambling. This poem questions the madness of the world, the quest for any kind of truth, and the in
© 2011 Victoria Lynn
