[103] The Myth of Doom

Walking the thin line
between inactivity and pain
a devil’s workshop
An atmosphere of echoes surrounds
with the gentle brush of memories
making me reflective but not blue

The silent and the omnipresent distraction
makes way for a remembrance of a feeling
or my memory of that feeling that no longer
resides in truth but at its border
almost nudging itself down the cliff
to the valley of melancholy

A violin wrecks the music of doom
or the eventuality of it
that can fall upon me anytime
any moment
How will I remember it then?
As what it was, the truth
or as deceptive as a myth

It’s this looking into the future
that deludes living
It’s this staying ahead of myself
that betrays, staying
breeding stories of loved ones leaving
because the eventual doom is the myth
I live by
the eventual doom is the myth
that I’m trying to build

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27 thoughts on “[103] The Myth of Doom

  1. 🙂 I like this poem. A writer’s mystique. The line

    “because the eventual doom is the myth
    I live by
    the eventual doom is the myth
    that I’m trying to build”

    is especially interesting to me. I just wrote a poem on making mythology for myself. I don’t believe it, of course. Just hit me that maybe I’m not alone in this thought.

    Good stuff.

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    1. Of course, I know you mean something deeper. You’re trying to build a persona for yourself, and you think it’s false; it doesn’t fit you. Often, keeping a market requires these sacrifices. It’s why I don’t really intend to commercialize.

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  2. I’m going to comment again.

    I do literary theory, so I’m just going to say what the poem means to me.

    The first stanza, I would say reflects your doubts about being a writer; you’re also juxtaposing that with stream of conscious with memories. Like a past was better. The two concepts don’t relate, but they don’t need to. The fact is I think you related them subconsciously, going from doubts to the reason for the doubts, which is a current bitterness and doubt contrasted with the confidence of your youth that then you had the future.

    The next stanza is a repetition of the theme. The theme is the sure thing of youth, the “Omnipresent” feeling of a better past contrasted with doubts about life currently. Very typical of writers; I know I feel this too.

    This is where the poem switches. You’re moving from youth, to doubt to the eventual “Cataclysm” you’re seeing. The cataclysm we all feel in our mid to late twenties, “Did we make the right decision?” The myth, of course, is about the past that keeps haunting you like “Omnipresence.” It’s always there, that better time. As a note about this, childhood normally is full of these kinds of omissions of memory. We’re supposed to think it’s better than adulthood; it’s one of the things that drives us to change what we see that’s wrong. A wise person knows they were always there, but the realization of youth, that quick time where love burgeons for the first time and all passions and feelings, it’s a strong realization for someone. It’s a good thing, of course. One shouldn’t be ashamed of wanting to make their environment a better place because we ultimately have to live here for a long time. The past is just a motivator, even if it’s just a myth.

    Here is where I get interested. The “Myth” you’re trying to build. Is the myth of the past, or is the myth of the future? Your synesthesia (that’s not the right term, but I hope you get what I’m trying to say) of sort where the two blend into one another makes me believe it’s the past and future living simultaneously. It’s the ideal “Perfect past” culminating into a “Perfect future capturing it.” Again, I think the idealization of the past is healthy; there’s something to be said of childhood, where people treat you better. The real fact of the matter is that we need to see what injustice there is today, and strive to help fix it with kindness, openness, and also a little moxy. I would suppose that the myth we create in life is this “Idealized past” turning into an “Idealized future.” But, if we didn’t have either or, we’d be stuck in a world without hope. As, hope is really the motivator we need to get through to the next day, and who knows? Maybe one day you’ll get the latter rains; it’s not a bad thing to want it.

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    1. Wow you’ve written so extensively that I’m at a loss for words.
      This is why I love this community, people like you that actually care about poetry and the written word
      Thank you for making my day ✨

      You’re almost right in your reading, the stream of consciousness was a big factor in writing this poetry, so I can’t agree to all of the analysis but definitely if I ponder more I’ll be surprised at the accuracy of your analysis 🙂

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      1. Thanks. Part of being an author is the surprise of other’s interpretation. My best advice is to simply not interpret your own poems. It’s like revealing a magician’s trick. 🙂

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      2. And you’re welcome. I enjoy writing and making people’s days. It’s important to me that I do. Ponder away. Literary criticism is as much how it hits the reader, as what the author intends. Words have meaning, and sometimes they get away from us.

        Poetry is to be read closely, line by line, word by word, and to be evaluated. I saw it was stream of consciousness; it can be subjective.

        Comment me later and tell me your final thoughts. 🙂

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  3. Very gorgeous. Thank you for the short, punchy lines. I don’t know why, but most modern poetry does not resonate with me. Yours does. Maybe I need to spend more time networking and exploring on wordpress…

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