Human Weakness
No more than sounds on the glass,
The rain insists and overcomes the broadcast,
So much pain to arrest the focus on,
To unfocus from the clearance of the sky.
No more than touching dusty gold,
No value understood from senses,
Please Knowledge marry my experience
Please give me hope to find true breath.
No more than seeing under drugs,
An automated filter in this tribe,
Always reaching the bodies I crave,
Always disappearing before grabbing.
No more than pepper on the tongue,
Dreams of chilli seem so valid,
Exaggerating makes tongues numbed,
Losing the taste of saffron.
No more than seeking oud
In a world of intensive everything,
I know whom to select by odour,
But never trained to uncover scents.
No more...kill my senses
Let me be a dream in a fantasy.
About this poem
A negotiation of what is weakness and how humanity loses the path of perfection because of non-acknowledging the significant details-challenges that lead to overcoming ordinary. The poem develops limits to the five human senses (sound, touch, seeing, taste, and odour) inserting symbolic situations and compromises of life. Not nailing a solution but attempting to draw the non-solution because the (poet believes) people's paths should not be identical, and the destination of wisdom is not necessarily the same "star". From a previous question about the meaning of saffron: "Saffron is of elegant taste that can be undiagnosed when potent tastes like hot chilly co-exist. more »
Written on May 04, 2024
Submitted by yiorgos1973 on May 14, 2024
Modified by yiorgos1973 on May 14, 2024
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| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 767 |
| Words | 158 |
| Stanzas | 6 |
| Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 2 |
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