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my mind was nearing regression
as it kept hopelessly oscillating
in stretching fields of depression
suddenly, it started generating
an ultrasoulic resonance
and as i could sense the smell of burning,
humming a song of severance,
the time wheel wobbled, but kept on turning
on the table, did a last dance,
with both hands just hugging my own yearning


Wael Nawara, 2008

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The following comments are for "ultrasoulic resonance"
by waelnawara

Wael Nawara... "song of severance"
A thought-provoking piece. When inner boundaries are too rigid, we can't connect deeply enough with our emotions to harness them in the service of our cognitive processes or use our cognition to control our impulses. On the other hand, if they're too permeable, we can't discern the differences between our feelings, sensations, and impulses. We ARE them. I see both scenarios happening in your poem. I enjoyed the cadence, as well. Thank you!


( Posted by: Ariana [Member] On: December 9, 2008 )

song of severance
Ariana ... you described it perfectly ...

yes. sometimes one gets stuck in the rigid walls fencing the alleys of one's own mind-maze ... trapped inside our own minds we oscillate, wondering aimlessly coming back and forth to the same place ... overwhelmed by the high rate of chaotic traffic between only a few thoughts ... imprisoned by our own panic ... these fast back and forth oscillations from one idea to another or from a certain feeling to an opposite one, make us experience something similar to resonance ... (in physics, resonance takes place when a body is subjected to a wave which frequency coincides with the natural frequency of the body)

The smallest emotion or stimulus is magnified and amplified as a result of the violent shaking associated with the resonance situation ...

Too stressed the processor nears its limits and you can sometimes feel like your mind is burning ... excessive heat or friction or something of the sort ... like a an engine which has worked for days on end thus consuming all the lube oil ... so the pistons start to eat away from the cylinders and generate enormous heat in the meantime!

Whether we are experiencing loss ... jealousy ... or serious doubts to our most trusted beliefs ... as our anxiety heightens ... and as the processor nears failure we feel melancholically light-headed ... possibly doing a few crazy things ... unable to "discern the differences between our feelings, sensations, and impulses" as your beautifully put it.

I enjoy reading your deep comments as well as your inspiring posts. So, I must thank you more than once. for reading. for commenting. and for your kind words of encouragement.

Thanks Ariana

( Posted by: waelnawara [Member] On: December 9, 2008 )

Interesting critique. Just curious: Are you trained in psychology?


( Posted by: OchaniLele [Member] On: December 15, 2008 )

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