An “Obscure Sorrow” of my own invention.
Being hostage
to a hopeless din
of relentless repetition
is a most unnerving
most disturbing
endlessly cyclical condition
clarity held captive
in confusion’s
unforgiving grip
trapped in cruel cacophony
not unlike
a psychedelic trip
the chatter wells
inside my head
unbearably insistent
thoughts and plans
jumble about
quite sadly inconsistent
all this cognitive
irregularity
makes me feel craxisiant
would I could
start thinking straight
but logic seems resistant
oh — to squelch the gibberish
but my inner self
won’t listen
*
rob kistner © 2021
Poetry at: dVerse
‘craxisiant’ – excellent coinage, Rob. It sounds like some meditation would be in order!
Thank you Ingrid… 🙂
Wonderful lexical choices…the poem echoes with different sounds as it is read, right to the squelch…
Thank you Ain…
I can relate, Rob!
Sincerely,
David
Insistent it goes, drives me crazy sometimes, David. Don’t wish it on you friend.
Great poem, best read aloud, several times!
Thank you Kim. “is a most unnerving, most disturbing, endlessly cyclical condition” was the verse most enjoyable to create. I found the meter to be much like drumming, which I enjoy.
Oh, I love this Rob!
I am so glad Linda. I went round and round until I found a way to begin. This was fun! 🙂
This is powerfully written, Rob! I love the term ” craxisiant,”.. it flows beautifully. I find that meditation helps..
Thank you Sanaa. I find it very difficult to relax my mind enough to enter meditation — but I do try, otherwise my anxiety begins to make me dhort of breath. Most frustrating.
craxisiant is now there right beside quixotic as great words I would use.
I will have to get it entered into the Wiki stream… 😉
I, too, have difficulty, quieting the inner chatter. Lately I think about plot points for my continuation of BLACKTHORNE, or a 48 page treatment of a new screenplay called RIDE VALIANT, or I’ll compose a stanza or two of a phantom poem. I applaud your temerity with creating your own terms of sorrow. I sensed the wry sardonic smile between the lines as well.
I used to spend the hours building my Serenity Totems, but the arthritis in my hands has gotten so bad that I can no longer do that. Now I spend most of the day writing drafts. It keeps me busy and the cacophony gets drowned out, for the most part — otherwise my anxiety begins to overtake me. As you know bros, the chatter can drive one crazy.
Rob, I can definitely relate to keeping the mind busy with other things so it doesn’t start its looping chatter. It is a distraction only, as you said so well:
“oh — to squelch the gibberish
but my inner self
won’t listen”
It is a curse, but also a blessing. Never seems to leave me without ideas.
Glenn, I love hearing what’s bouncing around in your head and hope to enjoy it when it gets out of there on the page.
Glenn is like the EverReady Bunny — just keeps going and going.
Love your take on “turbulasonia” and “craxisiant”…and the tour of your active mind!
Glad this resonated with you Lynn… 🙂
Ah but WE ALL have voices in our heads. Just saying.
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Visual happy moments.
Best Wishes
Much????lovd
Thanks Gillena. Much love to you my friend.
The meter and rhyme flows along with your craxisiance (two can play that game!) and so musically, I for one was enjoying it! Well done, Rob.
Pax,
Dora
Thank you Dora…! 🙂
very cool, both your freshly coined ‘turbulasonia’ -which is perfect- and your twist. unfortunately for me, I have the same mental afflictions, and the beginnings of the physical (a few years behind you there)
Thank you!