Thinking To Myself
By Jane Scoggins
It wasn’t a trickle, but a downpour
It wasn’t a murmur, but a roar
It wasn’t a drop but a flood.
Oh, the ups and downs, the precarious instability
When I long so much for certainty and reliability
I want to be safe and feel sure
To be free of doubt and fear no more.
But it is hard, and it is tough
No wonder that I feel so rough.
I am torn
I am worn
Too afraid to reach out
All anxiety and tremulous doubt
No one knows just how I feel
So guarded now I cannot appeal.
But I should try, I really must
Find someone who cares, that I can trust.
I’m way out of my depth, am I worth saving?
Will someone notice I’m drowning, not waving.
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Jane Scoggins
Very deep sentiments, a thought provoking piece...
ReplyDeleteExcellent poem. Reflects all our emotions I think.
ReplyDeleteEveryone worth saving Jane, even The Prodigal Son. I am very intrigued with this poem. Is it a personal recognition of the crazy times we are suffering? or, a reflection of the meaning of Stevie Smith's poem?
ReplyDeleteIt is a very good poem and I have 1 suggestion, I feel, would make it complete. Because you have used rhyming couplets throughout the third line jars the rhythm. It stands there lonely and almost pleas for a partner. I would suggest a fourth line to marry up the sequences to rhyme and marry up with the rest of the poem. Something like "Leaves me floundering in the mud". I leave it to you.
Bit of me, bit of lots of people I know at the moment Peter, and with a nod to Stevie Smith.Thanks for suggestions, I willhave a go.
ReplyDeleteI echo Peter’s comments - everyone is worth saving. A powerful poem and reflects one of the many truths that this global situation has brought to light - we all have so much more in common with each other than our minor differences. Thanks for sharing this Jane
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