Mr Misty Eyes

Rather grateful for what I don’t have…

Dewey eyed and quite upset

The tears they run his cheeks quite wet

Hands over ears tries to forget

And block out all the noise

 

That’s all I am writing.  I do occasionally dabble in things that might be considered a little deeper but to be honest I don’t really have the experience or the emotional depth to pull it off.  Oh I can fake it but that’s not the same is it.

I can listen to a song and transform the sentiment into my own words or the emotions into something different but those feelings are not mine.  I can pick a topic and attempt to wax lyrical but I find myself rolling my eyes at myself. 

I haven’t had a particularly difficult life and feel very lucky and I often see so many wonderful emotive pieces and get quite envious but then I remember that there are real people and real emotions behind much of what I read and before I know it I am writing about a man from Ceylon who had a pendulous dong instead. 

I suppose I could write about the angst of not being able to find my remote control or perhaps write a sonnet about the challenges of having the most untidy garden on the street.

Ooh what about something in iambic pentameter about the challenges of being a white middle class male.

As great as it would be to be able to convey such emotional intensity I realise that I am quite lucky to not necessarily have those things to write about.  I realise that when the revolution I will likely be first against the wall.  But hey, finding a couple of words to rhyme with gonorrhoea is something right!

Author: Michael

Husband, dad,(ex)programmer, comic collector and proud Yorkshireman. I have no idea why im here or why im writing but i rather enjoy it. no great fan of punctuation;

22 thoughts on “Mr Misty Eyes”

  1. Truth be told, I don’t exactly have much to fuss about…I have a solid job, a life that’s largely devoid of anything resembling struggle, don’t suffer from depression, OCD, or any other mental woes…
    I do, however, fixate terribly…
    As I alluded to in a previous poem, I can turn a grain of sand into a dessert…so I can take one sad tear from a decade ago and turn it into a poetry manifesto… 🙃

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  5. Sometimes spewing emotional depth can drag all the energy from your body. Maybe that’s why you don’t like going there. I think you have it inside you, I’ve seen it before, and I think everyone has it inside them. But sometimes writing about it comes with a cost. I often find myself so emotionally drained if I write too many things with deep emotional meaning. Your writing is always good either way. 😉

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  6. I guess one must have had to suffer in order to be able to express truly deep and genuine emotions. Like you, I have led a relatively good, middle class life without an over abundance of pain and trauma. That’s my excuse, anyway, for being as shallow as I am.

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  12. You know… I don’t always feel the stuff I write. It just feels right or I’m inspired. My focus at times is on my reader. I want to move people. Maybe inspire them.

    Don’t think you have to stray far from Michael Afterwards to write something poignant.

    I’m alright most of the time. I just like the feeling of a broken heart or thought every now and again. 😉

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  14. I might try that at some point maybe I just need an inspiration or something to looking too. A broken heart is always great for some deep shit I bet

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  18. Maybe look where you found the razor … it was an unlikely spot … wasn’t it in shoe pockets on the back of a door? I lose things because there is too much clutter in this house and I need to deal with it – maybe during the Winter.

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  20. I think you do quite well in all that you write. But then I struggle with limericks and feel my humorous things sound forced. It takes all kinds of writers with their own specialties.

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