The Best of Mad Swirl : 10.24.20

The Best of Mad Swirl : 10.24.20
"Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life." Pablo Picasso why some are afraid - Patty Paine See all of Patty’s neat beat collages and trippy digital works, as well as our other former featured artists (50 in total) at Mad Swirl’s Mad Gallery! ••• The Poetry Forum ••• This last week in Mad Swirl's Poetry Forum... we[read more]

The Best of Mad Swirl : 10.17.20

The Best of Mad Swirl : 10.17.20
"Art, to me, is the interpretation of the impression which nature makes upon the eye and brain." Childe Hassam apricity - Patty Paine See all of Patty’s neat beat collages and trippy digital works, as well as our other former featured artists (50 in total) at Mad Swirl’s Mad Gallery! ••• The Poetry Forum ••• This last week in Mad Swirl's[read more]

Another Mad Review: Words for Things Left Unsaid

Another Mad Review: Words for Things Left Unsaid
Words for Things Left Unsaid by Ethan Goffman Kelsay Books (March 7, 2020) Available at Amazon What stands out almost immediately about Ethan Goffman’s poetry collection Words for Things Left Unsaid, is that his poems often read like speculative fiction, asking what-if questions about reality, science, and history. In one of the opening poems, “Taxonomy of[read more]

Beyond the “What ifs”!

Through the fog of the past,
The mist of the future;
I see my life through the periscope
Of word said, deeds undone,
Dreams that may come true;
And a fear of,
“What if they do?”

Sometimes reminiscing
At other times repressing,
Pondering about,
“What if…”

I stop!
I halt the mental exercise.
Snub the gainless meanderings
Of my overworked brain.

‘Coz I can’t turn back the clock,
I can’t undo what’s done;
I can only take the learnings,
And march along.

Unbending.
Focused.
Determined to conquer,
Resolute to live;
Accepting,
“I got what I got.”

I move past the cobwebs of doubt.
Towards,
“What I deserve…”
A blissful life
Of knowing and doing the right.

It is okay to falter.
It’s no big deal if I fall;
But I will not fail.
‘Coz my epitaph will read,
“She lived. And she has no regrets!”

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