Fear, A Poem.

Aug 14 23:55 UTC 1999

Please  comment on my poem, recently published. 
Fear

Fear trembles like driftwood
within the walls of a cistern well
with every action or motion  around it
drawn down in centrifugal force
riveted to the drain
breathless, lifeless, hopeless,
waiting for the rescue that never comes
for its source is fear itself

response 2 of 11:

Aug 16 11:39 UTC 1999

hey:) im damon a crazy weird little kid that is always around here some would
say i share a lung with grex.
 i read items in agora all the time but rarely conjure up the courage to type a
 response in my typo infested lang.

i am a big fan of poetry and write some of my own allthough i almost never post
it anywhere where an numbe of people will see it.

other then that not much to tell i guess kinda sad i guess

response 4 of 11:

Aug 16 13:29 UTC 1999

I like this piece..good show

response 6 of 11:

Aug 21 03:19 UTC 1999

"within the walls of a cistern well" - yeah, that's cool.

I'm Dan.  Once upon a time I posted a lot here; I seem to have fallen behind.

response 8 of 11:

Sep 15 23:37 UTC 1999

 Thanks for your interest in the poem Sindi urged me to enter even though it
was ad lib and not actual literal published version as I was not at my home
desk.  Never thought I could write poetry, much less get published.  This was
just a catharsis and means of expressing my personal observations and also
experiences.  The actual completed and published poem goes like this:     
Fear                                                                      
Fear trembles like driftwood                                              
Pounding furiously and frantically                                        
Against the inside walls of a cistern well                                
With every rippling action or motion around it                            
Drawn down in centifugal force                                            
Riveted to the drain                                                      
Breathless, lifeless, hopeless                                            
Waiting for the rescue that never comes                                   
As its source is fear itself.                                             
Poet's comments: Yes, beleive fear is a vicious circle and paralyzing. The
worst disability by far is in failing to take risks to stand up for what is
real, true, good. Preserving integrity and principles rather than selling out
to the status quo regardless of the popularity "ripples" around and about us
and meeting even the most difficult of life's challenges head on with courage
and fortitude and trust gives the greatest measure of hope and freedom to the
human spirit. "Carpe diem!" "seize the day" for truly, we may not pass this
way again.  Anyway, this journaled "poem " helped motivate me through a very
frustrating and discouraging walk-in fact, it still does...Someone encouraged
me to enter the poem, the rest was history.  Hope it touches others in a
positive way. Glad you are here to read this, and glad I am privileged to be
here, sharing with each of you.  Sincerely, mlf.                          

response 10 of 11:

Dec 28 09:21 UTC 1999

I'm Josh, I haven't read, much less posted, any messages for what must be
ages.  School got in the way, took a death grip on my life, and throttled me.