Do You Know This Feeling?
Do you know this feeling?
It’s when the ice seeps in
And you go blind
With fury, with false notes
Still ringing in your ears
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Do you know this feeling?
It’s when something takes control
Something you know
But that you can’t express
So you take your best guess
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Do you know this feeling?
It’s when the song lines up
And we harmonize
It’s rare, it’s divided
But it’s together all the same
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Do you know this feeling?
It isn’t called by name
It’s barely there
But you feel it like a cold stare
Words fail, hearts can’t hold it
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Do you feel this feeling?
A pounding, a beating
Tossing and turning,
Flowing like a current
Dancing like the wind
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We’re ready for the feeling to begin
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Explanation:
Is it the same feeling each time? I’m not quite sure. When I really asked myself that question, I realized, at least for myself, that all feelings have the same undercurrent of a buzzing, yearning feeling. And that feeling is barely there—but it’s there once you notice it, just like a cold stare (stanza four, lines three and four). That feeling is so incredible, that “words fail and hearts can’t hold it”.
When I realized that in every feeling, I find this core feeling (that is neither good or bad but definitely in-credible), the last two stanzas came. And just to clear up, the last line could either be that we’re ready to feel this particular feeling, OR it could be that we’re ready to begin feeling in general. It’s up to you.😉
Thanks for reading! If you like this, check out more of my poetry posts!

The painting choice is perfect to accommodate the "feeling" poem you captured and expressed so beautifully! At first I thought the art was today's poem! I am always interested in how art works out the emotions I feel without words sometimes, other times, writing, both bring awareness and commitment to expression. I imaging music would be the same opportunity to witness the emotions. Beautiful work Afton.
This makes me want to explore the start of a feeling. I've never noticed that pre-stage before! Thanks again for opening my eyes (or consciousness), precious Afton!