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A mental or personality
Disturbance not attributable
to any known neurological or
Life is not easily borne …
Prone to underplaying, he gazed lorn into
Yet another eddying context, one unforeseen,
And unwanted, and, (according to his own stuttering
Attempts at interpreting) rife with the unnecessary
As the winds howled,
And the waters swirled about,
His life would filter through the
Moments like sand through a sieve,
Immersing him in circumstances that
Only worsened the scrutiny of his
Stubbornly unyielding soul
Hoping to simplify whatever lesson
Was being doled him, the man strained
And struggled against the rage of impulses
Reaming his personal and treasured designs,
And though he drank
Himself carefree, he endured.
And being settled to dissemble his
Neuroticism as being inconsequential,
He zipped up his nonchalance like a jacket,
And bolstered his pride as if all the facets
Of his being were as they should be
His cubic life would become a lake;
Elemental, unadorned, approachable;
Something that people were easily drawn to.
He knew that surfaces were all that mattered,
And he was signally skilled at creating semblances
His would be a planar existence, a pleasing
Facade that others could look at (en passant) or dip
Their hands into momentarily without being scuppered.
His would be a tailor-made suit, and no one would ever
Again have to acknowledge his collection of driftwood,
(Once alive, rooted, and verdant) now effectively
Hidden and moldering just beneath his pricey
At last, he was reachable …
And while pleasantly benign words dislodged daily
From his soul to hordes of passerby’s too self-absorbed
To care, he still smiled and smoothed the lapels of his tailored
Suit in anticipation of something good happening
richard lloyd cederberg
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|Reviewed by Lynette Bat-Abba
|What a gift you have. I am in awe.|
|Reviewed by ~ H (Reader)
|Excellent description...finely crafted Richard.|
|Reviewed by Sheila Roy
|Very stirring. To have to hide when we need help or understanding.... Hugs,
|Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle
|A well written piece,excellent work,take care
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Vividly descriptive, a great insight into mental illness.
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|Such power in these poignant lines, brilliant character portrayal, Richard - undone by the power in your pen - well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by jude forese
|enjoyed experiencing this finely detailed analysis and query ...|
|Reviewed by Lois Christensen
|Glad to know of this subject. It hits home in a hard way with Grandson. Hoping his illness is curable and leads him to a wonderful married life.|
|Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg
|"although he drank himself carefree"...I've known so many that take this path...avoidance is not awareness...you've described it very well....to me he is displaying symptoms of greater awakening, but without a connection...|
|Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse
|Your words offer me so many perspectives Richard, mostly all these wonderful connections which reach from the soul of love, like an ingrained truth. This beautiful feeling you give that opens another (definitely me) to feel this absolute purity of emotion through your words. It’s just captivating! The outer shell may grasp the wandering superficial, but your presence always draws me into your work full force. I would dive right in this lake of “neuroticism (as a collection of driftwood)” and not remain as a bystander...to swim deep with such genuine emotion is an offering of the most beautiful thing...true treasures, this is such a wonderful poetic expression of self, someone whom is centered & planted & flowing & leading an authentic life despite it all; Jeremiah, through your words inspires beautiful feelings to this reader...and Richard I love the mood photo! You see some beautiful things where you go hiking...
Love, Peace & Inspirations
|Reviewed by Georg Mateos
|They said that in every fire there is the voice of many a wood telling a story as it goes up in flames and sometimes the turmoil in the man psyche is like driftwood shaken and driven by violent forces outsides of his will domain, sailing along with his nightmares.
|Reviewed by Lori Moore
|Too many hide behind the pricey accessories. Perhaps driftwood is preferable. Very nice.|
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|...and one of my favorite lines: His would be a planar existence, a pleasing
Facade that others could look at
|Reviewed by Gene Williamson
|He zipped up his nonchalance like a jacket...
Richard, just one of so many exquisite lines admired by
this passerby who is convinced that something good does
happen at the hand of an accomplished poet. Bravo.