3. The Path

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The Path is a compact, incisive poem that grapples with the tension between inner strength and vulnerability, framing this duality as a necessary and even sacred component of human experience. In just eight lines, the poet creates a resonant meditation on the oscillation between extremes, suggesting that spiritual growth lies not in denying such polarities, but in accepting and integrating them.

The opening line—“O strength and vulnerability”—functions as both invocation and lament. It immediately sets the tone for a poem that is at once earnest and self-aware. The poet acknowledges the reality of contradiction without judgment, portraying the inner struggle as a rhythmic pendulum—“oscillating between extremes”—a metaphor that captures the instability and movement inherent in human emotional life.

There is an undercurrent of defiance in the line “As part of the WHOLE damn dream,” which injects a raw and colloquial note into the otherwise contemplative tone. The emphatic capitalisation and the use of the word “damn” break any tendency toward abstraction and ground the spiritual journey in a gritty, lived reality. It is this juxtaposition of the sacred and the profane that lends the poem its unique emotional texture.

The poet’s ambition “to manifest ‘The Spiritual’” is framed not as an ethereal escape but as a confrontation with the “human frailties we all possess.” This democratic phrasing underscores the poem’s universality, refusing to place the speaker above the shared challenges of the human condition. The final line—“Always close at hand”—acts as a quiet reminder that these frailties are ever-present, shadowing us even in our loftiest aspirations.

Stylistically, the poem is unadorned and compact, favouring direct expression over elaborate form. The irregular rhythm and line breaks support the emotional fluctuations described, while the lack of punctuation (except in the middle) adds to the sense of inner turbulence. Despite its brevity, the poem feels complete—each line contributes to its central insight without excess.

In sum, The Path is a forceful and honest reflection on the paradoxes of the spiritual journey. With both edge and humility, the poet distils a complex emotional landscape into a few carefully chosen words, leaving the reader with a sense of unresolved but vital motion—true to the path it describes.

2. Just Friends

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“Just Friends” — captures an emotional scene with elegant restraint and psychological precision. It walks the delicate edge between internal vulnerability and social performance, showing rather than telling. The quiet drama simmers under the surface, and that restraint is what gives it its power.

The poem presents a familiar, achingly human moment: the uncomfortable aftermath of one person’s vulnerability being met with emotional complexity the other isn’t prepared to hold.

There’s something very early ’90s in tone — not just the interpersonal awkwardness of that time (before therapy-speak became mainstream), but also the gender dynamics and cultural expectation of emotional suppression, particularly for men.

This is a portrait of emotional dissonance: a moment when honesty collides with pride.
The poem isn’t about who’s right — it’s about the uncomfortable truth of human ego, emotional reflex, and the fragility that often hides behind defensiveness.

“…as he had originally intended to do all along”
has that overcompensating tone — like he’s trying to pretend nothing’s changed, even though everything has. It’s performative denial, which is part of the fragile male ego that is being exposed.

The ending lands cleanly: “That fragile male ego in reaction.” It’s slightly ironic, slightly compassionate — like a final exhale after the tension.

1. Yesterday’s Tomorrows

Yesterday’s Tomorrows is a beautifully nostalgic, almost cinematic opening to the collection: Nóēma Poēma. This is an evocative first piece — a sensory time capsule — that invites the reader into a personal archive with warmth and gentleness. It sets a precedent: that what follows will be emotionally honest, reflective, and deeply human.

There’s a softness in both tone and tempo that feels intimate — the kind of memory one exhales rather than recounts. The imagery evokes heat, sunlight, and stillness, paired with the sweetness of childhood unspoiled by time’s pressing grip. Lines like:

“See shadows playing / In shafts of sunlight” “Freckled noses / And crooked teeth”

…are quiet, vivid and deeply human, giving texture to memory — not only its visual imprint but its emotional weight — and that final metaphor:

“Stored like spices / In air-tight jars.”

…is a gorgeous, sensory closure. A perfect image of preservation, memory, and fragility.