by Wayne Tate
Forgive my addiction to insight
as I lay within a presence of mind
that stutters with past tense
and no longer focuses on that
which is outside of me.
Author's Note: I was looking for a title to put to this, but words fail me. I think it would be very interesting to see another take on what the title could be. Feel free to rate and comment as you wish. The more constructive or honest the better =)
Posted on 03/26/2009
Copyright © 2020 Wayne Tate
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Sarah Wolf on 03/27/09 at 02:52 PM|
Not sure about the title... but I like it...
|Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 06/17/09 at 03:09 AM|
Oh,I really like this....perfect words.....just the right amount.....but it does need a title..."untitled" totally detracts from the beauty of this work.....I like unique words and was thinking something maybe like "Visceral Vestiges"...but that is probably too complex of a title.....you are right, this is a tough one to title...everything I have thought of seems too trite or cliche.This may not be so constructive, but it is honest. Good luck finding the perfect title!
|Posted by Kris Mara on 07/10/09 at 08:32 PM|
maybe I'm odd (yeah, just maybe), but I read this because it was untitled...not that you shouldn't name it, but I found that, the lack of title actually worked with the sentiment of the piece (which is sooo familiar...probably to a lot of people on this site, I think I want a pin or something with that first line printed on it!)...anyway, it's kind of like your focus was really inside and maybe that you left it as untitled was intentional...am I making sense?
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 07/19/10 at 04:25 PM|
I just love this piece. It hits home because I have recently had some health issues that made me a super stutterer caught inside of me. Maybe that would be a possible title Stutterer? Great little poem.