Passenger Seat

Wow! This poem is so interesting! The last stanza was my favorite!

The title caught my eye. I like how this poem is about not really living or being seen by others.. You're living a half-life that is unfulfilled.

Really enjoyed this. Well done!

There's a rush
between the many folds
of my flesh;
like a fast,
upbeat love song
in an afternoon ride.

---- This stanza creates a picture in my mind. For some reason, I'm picturing someone in a car just driving in a never ending road with the windows down and listening to "the upbeat of a love song" while enjoying their ride. Just feeling the adrenaline running through the body as the wind caresses their hair..

In one word I can say that I feel FREEDOM with this stanza. Someone who is not afraid of being themselves. Some enjoying life.

-Never ending-
a lithe man inside,
clad in opportunities
and monotony of purpose,

---- with this one, I'm can just picture someone who has everything to be happy. It has all the resources to be "successful" in life, but it sticks with routine. It doesn't do more, I guess sort of afraid of taking risk and it just goes for what is safe. But its not exactly happy.

yet, still I am
but a passerby.

----and with this I feel the author is simply saying that you can see everything.
That she is like a spectator.

Contented and consumed
by the passing world-
of flickering, fading
hints of its flight,
as father time
sits on my palm.

---- and the author can assert or absorbs all the things that she sees around her.
how the world is changing, the decisions that we are taking and how all the little hints that are given to us are fading and we don't see them.. But she can see them because she a spectator, a passerby. She is aware of everything just as if she is looking at it from her palm...

I am learning to exist:
half alive, half asleep
without a sweat in my stride
for someday-somehow
I will dwell like a sun,
dreaming under

headstone spires.

---- And base on what she is seeing, the author is learning to live. She is trying to learn from other people's mistakes. And she is building up her self stem, character, confidence to walk with firm steps so that one day when her time is up she can just depart happy and relax for having to take the right path in her life.

Dazzling as always

I absolutely loved this.

I could truly relate to the feeling you expressed of watching by as time is passing you by. Sometimes it feels like you're just a spectator watching the scenes unfold and you're not really a part of it all.

"as father time
sits on my palm."
^I loved the image your words created here. I like how you set time on your palm where in reality it sits on our wrist to glance at. Setting it in your palm shows that your hands hold the power to do whatever it pleases with the time given. That is what I got from this phrase.

"I am learning to exist:
half alive, half asleep"
^I could wholeheartedly relate with this. Sometimes it seems like everyone is living around me and I merely exist.

I am glad I came across this poem, it was an enjoyable read. Well done!

Wow, i Love this peice. It it deep and shows the emotion from the heart. I felt that you expressed the fact that we just sit here going with the flow of time, learning "someday, somehow" we will be someone.

Great write! ^_^ 5/5