Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

every day I lose a little part of myself,
awaken to a new me with fewer parts....
and I can truly say most mornings
.....that I don't feel like myself

is that because a little bit of my brain
is closing down each night, my frontal lobes
do seem tired and like the are working
.... extra hard to just try and stay with me

or maybe I simply don't remember
who I was, and have this sanitized version
of myself, that suits an old confused man....maybe
......all of this is absurd and moot

nevertheless, you are how you feel, and perhaps
the reasons per se, don't give a good god damn
to revealing themselves, and are more than
.....coyly content making me speculate

there are forces in this universe
that can neither be defined or altered
and old timers are often left to write silly prosy poems
....about, a single thought, ..

" I don't feel like myself"

the Self seems to change as we sail through life... I'm not the Me I was in my 20s (god, I hope not)... nor when I became a dad in my 30s... nor the DWM in my 40s... maybe the sight of the tarmac looming up ahead hits us that it's time to think about lowering the landing gear... so maybe those changes start coming faster as the Self adapts to a new (and a bit frightening) reality... or maybe they're just part of easing the bump of the landing... maybe?

I dunno, man, this job as Senior Citizen is new to me, too....

Me? Who knows what I am? I certainly as sure as I write this don’t know I either- are we not a metamorphosis of various artistic moments?
Erase that which is a shadow to the light
Of your very own life … took so long to get one- a life I love..
but what of all those other older ideas that no longer served me?

Say “ thank you for your service” “ Caio”

thanx for you your thoughtful replies roy and jana

saw rote:

I don't feel like myself
Post by saw » October 31st, 2021, 12:59 pm

every day I lose a little part of myself,
awaken to a new me with fewer parts....
and I can truly say most mornings
.....that I don't feel like myself

I lost a lot of me to facebook

john prine wrote:
There were spaces between Donald and whatever he said
Strangers had forced him to live in his head

I know the feeling
somebody told I don't look 81, I said you ought to see my EKG.
thans for witting
hammer hammer the feeling I got from your poem
makes me want to write fast

Write on brother, write the good fight. I need to read it ...my mind is a broken radio that tunes in to every thing I ever experienced heard or read. I write to squelch the static... with a distant mind she watched herself...

Mind vs. Body
Theme Analysis
At its essence, The Bell Jar is an exploration of the divide between mind and body. This exploration unfolds most visibly in the development of Esther’s mental illness, which she experiences as an estrangement of her mind from her body.