Poetry / Culture Shock

thanks for the feed back…
Please allow me to break it down for you…

I’m losing myself, or was I someone else:

this means I’m not the man I was before my travels, but perhaps the man I am now is who I’ve always been, it just took some time to find it (tucked away on some shelf)...when I returned home, full of culture shock, I realized I was no longer the traveler, and I was no longer the one with the accent (what happened to my accent)

I don’t really write a lot of poetry, every so often one of these free form haikus pops in my head (3 lines, no rules)

not often, though, usually I’m a long winded fiction writer…

Thanks for explaining.  I like how you cut the lines and basically summarized the meaning into something simple, I wish I hadn’t missed it.

hey as long as you enjoy it, I say pull any meaning and feelilng it may evoke…whether it’s what I had originally meant or something else that may stir. word.

Live life like a tree. Grow and branch off, but stick to your roots.

I like that…Is that a Joel Mittism? it’s killer.

I guess it is. Thanks for sparking an apparent Mittism.

thanks…I actually refer to these three liners as “free-form haiku” three lines with no rules…

cheers. I’m glad you get the sentiment of it all.

my pleasure…I hope you didn’t think I was being defensive…I just believe in expanding when needed.

no prob. :)

this was originally much longer, but I felt the concise approach enough to convey my point…I break it all down just below…

I’m a fiction writer by trade, so I’ll take clever…I don’t think of my poetry as brilliant…just a fun mind exercise…

thanks for the review.

it’s short, there’s a lot to read between the lines, my friend…

Please allow me to break it down for you…

I’m losing myself, or was I someone else:

this means I’m not the man I was before my travels, but perhaps the man I am now is who I’ve always been, it just took some time to find it (tucked away on some shelf)...when I returned home, full of culture shock, I realized I was no longer the traveler, and I was no longer the one with the accent (what happened to my accent)

I think perhaps, if I change the title back to the original (culture shock)it might make a little more sense.

This is the type of poetry I love, the type that’s not obvious, the type that could mean a thousand things to a thousand people.

Thanks for your review.

You’re welcome. :)