Exhilarated Augurs

Summary

The web content is a reflective and introspective poetic narrative exploring the complexities of human connection, emotions, and the impact of shared experiences.

Abstract

The "Exhilarated Augurs" narrative delves into the intricate dance between thoughts, words, and the emotions they evoke. It paints a vivid picture of a chance encounter between two individuals, one of whom is seeking solace in the midst of solitude and emotional turmoil. Through the exchange of a simple gesture—sharing a cigarette—a profound moment of understanding and companionship unfolds. The poem touches on themes of empathy, the desire for human connection, and the transformative power of being heard and acknowledged. It concludes with a note of gratitude to the reader, suggesting that the act of sharing one's innermost thoughts can be a cathartic and healing experience.

Opinions

The author suggests that words and thoughts can create a profound emotional response, sometimes leading to confusion or misunderstanding.
There is a sense of vulnerability and openness in sharing one's thoughts, which can lead to an intense bond between individuals.
The act of creating, whether it be writing or another form of expression, is seen as a way to process and make sense of raw emotions and experiences.
The poem conveys a subtle critique of how society often dismisses the emotional labor involved in creative work and personal expression.
The unexpected connection formed between the two characters highlights the importance of empathy and the simple acts of kindness in helping others cope with their struggles.
The narrative implies that sometimes, being present and offering a listening ear can be more valuable than providing solutions or advice.
The author reflects on the reciprocal nature of friendship and support, acknowledging the personal growth that can come from helping others, even in one's own times of need.

Exhilarated Augurs

Are words not much for those who might wonder as thoughts, they sprung asunder, little does anyone pay attention, to the feelings that are produced when words and thoughts mix — invoking a sensual chasm of blunder

beware, be aware — be where when I am there you ask where, as I unzip my thoughts — not fair intense, such a pretense, causing an intimate link of suspense testing, is it testing, are you wondering what am I doing?

I am just working, to make it into something — does it yonder one thing to ponder such things, to rest in that ink that flows from the inner lingerings of my thoughts, so crude, sometimes raw while most times prude don’t wait, would you hate on this creation that lacks sustain, which can’t really contain, to maintain the triggering sustenance

A food for thought, what meant to start or starve some poor sap’s heart perhaps I rejected, to cause and effect its ending — to care for the thing that caused him to feel left in — alone was he, when I subtly stepped in his mind breathing just leave — I want to be left alone, interesting

I asked if I could help him, though weird was he — not speaking thoughts resting on my shoulder, cold as ice melting as I lit another ziggy, and exhale another puff of smoke he looks at me, with a sobbing face — could you offer me one too!

I pass one ziggy, he holds it in — I light the match burns it indeed — we stand right there, in the cold dark night idly waiting for the bus to come in, as the smoke of puff inhaled he coughs, and screams “how disgusting!?” while throwing the ziggy adjusting his throat, spitting — I look towards the man in a fit

To find his mood adjusted — I feel it did the trick, though how hard could one puff be — I help him up, and he said something one that I remember to this day — Thank you for listening you’re a good friend, as he rested his head on my shoulder crying his wees, holding him there — I took a puff again looking back into the time I was alone and had no one to hold me in

What could have I done better, is a food for thought but my mind was fixated, hallucinating…

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