Emotional Instability: The Turmoil of Feminine Stance in ContemporaryPoetry

Emotional Instability: The Turmoil of Feminine Stance in ContemporaryPoetry

 

Emotional Instability is more likely upended at the edge of a massive ocean where tranquil water can quickly transform into a destructive hurricane, heaving the innocence into the depth of uncertainty. I illustrate it as an engrossment that blurs the appearances between bright and dark, delight and grief, demand and confusion—an ever-shifting landscape, where in a blink, you are lifted by a surge of elation.In the next click, you are caught in an undertow of despair, only to be dragged down.Furthermore, a disorder of two-fold passions, overwhelmed with irrepressible and overpowering emotions, shifts of unusual scatternets, and an unraveling that reveals the crumbliness and fragility of the human psyche as a rough and raw.

Looking back I realize that the Contemporary Poetdoesn’t evade portrayingthe emotional instability, physical uncertainty, and psychological volatility as a deeper plot for inner struggle as also a lens through which the modern condition is explored, revealing the human psyche's fragility, resilience, and depth.

Additionally, I highlight,that it doesn’t manifest in a single-line expression yet, it’s an extreme intention that dramatically shifts joy into anxiety, peace into panic fits, and tenor into tears in blinks, as mood sways like leaves caught in the wind, with no clear direction. I reckon, the blank and black reflection of sucking turmoil behind the destruction. It overly seems like someone has roughlysudden shifts of rounded fits.Still, in actuality, there is a bounded bunch that first steps into a stream of qualms, then into the field of failures, vulnerability, and destructions, which makes a vulnerable unhinged, unstable, spacious, and unclear.

In the realm of contemporary poetry, passion for purity and integrity often comes with a cost, it demands skin and blood. Being a poet, I reckon, that emotional instability is a portrayal as the driving force behind intense states, destructive damage to a vulnerable visage, broken verse of the unwell phase, where yelling bells as nightmares, where highs are harmonized by the depth of despair, where silence deeply dwells, where begging ends, where soul stop whispering awe, where relations become battlegrounds, where emotions are raw, overwhelming and uncontrollable.

Coupled with that, humans are entangled with the rush and brush of jumbles. The mind is a mysterious mumble, yet strikes happen with more double. Raising another dimension through that phase, a spirit can fly over the mountains of sorrow, awe as the deepest ocean, and terrible tears as an unended crowd by accepting the map line of your visage. The female voice in this regard is wealthy and waves the emotions, sometimes gentle, smooth, and reflective, and a couple of other times wild, destructive, and as like gigantic trauma. Great Female Contemporary Poets like Amanda Gorman, Lang Leav, Najwa Zebian, Ry Reed, and Warsan Shire captured the movement and artistically transformed the instability into lyrical waves that keep the boat at a beautiful edge. I sensed, their wondrous exploration of high emotion, sensibility, and sensitivity that reflects love and loss, longing and belonging, fainted and fascinating all with an intensity of ripples. I further on, share their lovely artwork as well in my writing.

 

Amanda Gorman`s illustrations weave a drapery of rare emotions as instability trembles like a leaf in an autumn storm. She artistically creates an aura by depicting art as a passion that showcases the destruction, where flames flicker, darkness wings a long spread, casting shadows on the walls of a fractured soul, and leading trauma like a heavy chain rattle. Yet, admits the turmoil, a resilient voice rises, a phoenix from ashes. Gorman`s poetry embodies this fragile dance between bright and dark, and hope and despair as she navigates the labyrinthine corridors of human experience through poems like "The Hill We Climb" and "The One for Whom Food Is Not Enough," Gorman confronts the haunting ghosts of trauma and the ravages of illness. Her verse echoes the resilience of the human spirit, scarred yet unbroken.

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"When day comes, we ask ourselves

 where can we find light in this never-ending shade?"

"We've braved the belly of the beast

and emerged scarred, yet unbroken"

“The Hill We Climb”byAmanda Gorman

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- "In the kitchen, I am a hunger

 a belly filled with empty"

- "My body is a battleground

where hunger and thirst wage war"

"The One for Whom Food Is Not Enoughby Amanda Gorman

On the flip, Lang Leav`s artistic artworkinterlaces the overhead theme, moreover delves into a turmoil of emotional instability. She enchantingly showcases the strength of the highs and lows of human notions and exposes the delicacy of the human heart with love and pains, gains and stains of vulnerability and fragility. I have deeply observed that Leav`s poetic diction expresses the struggle and deep shuffles to reconcile self-contradictory sentiments, feelings, and desires altogether having a strong impact on the reader. Her poignant poetry collection “Love and Misadventure” dwells seep for revealing aspects like the emotional trip, heart-wrenching slips, and self-discovery as a flip. Most likely, I mentioned some of her poems: “Love Letter”, “The Sea of You”, The truth about Heartbreak”, “Lost”, “Shores”, “Foolish Heart”, and “Aftermath” unveil the inner turmoil.

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“My heart is a canvas,

Painted with tears,

Each stroke a memory,

Of the love that disappeared”

The Truth about Heartbroken by Lang Leav

Najwa Zebianpoetic reflection enchantingly allocates the reclaiming voice. She drives into the depth of emotional engagement moving towards the empowermentof the vulnerable soul. I ever cherish the transformational pilgrimage. Najwa`s “These Mountains” “The Storms”, “Vulnerability”, “Healing”, “This will pass”, “Dear Self”, “Unworthy”, “On Giving up”, The Broken Pieces”, “The Aftermath”, “Letting Go”, The Weight of Words”, “I wasn`t Enough”, “Why did you leave?” and “The Wall you build” from her collections: “Mind Platter” (2016), “Nectar of Pain” (2018), “Spark of Phoenix” (2019), and “Welcome Home” (2021) deals with the aura from her traumatic phase to her transformation stance.

 

“In the quiet aftermath of your departure,

I learned that silence has its own weight.

A heavy, lingering presence”

“The Aftermath” by Najwa Zebain

More longingly, I communal in a way that the wrenching fluctuations are like a wave of motions in spattering notions that calmness swiftly leads to an unpredictable turmoil, altogether seeming as a sudden splash in an outer. Yet, it takes a long pathway to move which hits with a broken edge. These instabilities clutch the innocence, vulnerability, and keen sensitivity into a cave of uncertain depth with matchless typhoons where four walls fit altogether strong. It peels off the emotionality, sensuality, and actuality more horribly than a swarthy castle, blur beats, haunted screams, and achy eyes,

 

On the other side of the coin, I have sensed awfully that emotional damage takes thousands of years to escape from inner turmoil, most often it takes the soul away, and sometimes it makes the heart prey to eat it away. However, learning the art of holding intensity, spirits seal the aura and embrace the astonishment as it belongs. One must need to seize the wrecks, no matter how wrenching they are. Grip it, Hug it, and Believe it, It will never be forever. It tints and teaches wisdom, how you breathe, and where you kick away the stress.  I am often entangled between the lush and crush, often dreadful awes and terrible torture make my crux asunder yet, believe in the power of being vanished after a blink. Likewise, my poetic pages are also engraved with emotional turmoil through insufferable and unendurable ways, such as “Mischievous miles, yet to trial”, “And seed suddenly wipes out”, Layer over layer, I am scared”, “Empty Fraught”, “The Cost of Innocence”, “A Shattering Silence”, “Shadows of Sorrow”, Flower and Grave”, and Lost in a dark Silence” mirrors the misery, discomfort, instability, and desperation. Some of my poetic melodies showcase the emotional turmoil as given:

 

“A horrible stone calls a migraine

Faintness attends the occasion, of celebrating pain

Her sickly soul feels to be drowned

in the lake of bleeding aches and ground

Still, she appears in the nook phase

So far, the courage is savoring the grace”

“The Cost of Innocence” by Tajalla Qureshi

As I navigate my emotions being a contemporary poet, I regard every deep notion with a mound of forbearance, endurance, and steadiness as Najwa, Gorman, Reed, and Lang did, I swiftly sense that depth often terminates the pitch of unbearable ache, as a soul wrenched that much, that it vamoose the awe, the black contemplation and dark resentments. Thereafter, the sky comes to be obvious and evident. The cure is hidden somewhere inside, just we are to uncover it with soft touches, warm hugs, and adorable delights. The key is to acknowledge, acknowledge your wild saga, your appearance and impressions, and your therapeutic power. The ensuing verses indicate the lushness is all near the edge of dark.

“And the waves in the ocean wipe up the silly motions

Sudden splashes of miracles murmur the cozy emotions”

 

“The twittering of skylark in the garden of spark

Remove the aches from the nook and corner of the dark”

“Spark from the Dark”, by Tajalla Qureshi

 

Lastly, in a world where dream comes true, I believe, it tints your life with shades of devotion, maintenance, and resilience. I believe the turmoil teaches the endless arcs, read your innermost wrenches and embrace your beauty, yes beauty that reflects the way Najwa appears, Lang lavishes, Reed radiates, and Gorman glorifies. Leading to the discovery of the utmost desire for Lush and Blush in the garden of Eve. Women are the most adorable creatures, I believe, yet they just ruin, in case to emotional devotedness with senseless and heartless spirits, who unknowingly waddle their innocence and vulnerability into their power and transformability. Power tears the fears. It sallies the hills of anxiety, instability, and vulnerability not completely yet to more extent, so embrace yourself.

 

REVIEWER

TAJALLA QURESHI Tajalla Qureshi - a literary enchantress from Pakistan. She writes poetry, flash fictions, and columns and illustrate them.

Thereupon, she is the visionary Co-Founder and Co-Editor of The Wordsmith Magazine, where words are woven into magic. Her pen swings across the globe, leaving a trail of mesmerizing poems and columns that captivate readers worldwide. She is a multi-talented creative force who wears many fedoras with elegance and flair. She is named as Miss 20th Century Poetry at the University of Chenab, Gujrat.

On the flip, her writings have been glorified in Pakistan, Germany, Canada, Uk, Italy, Bangladesh, Ukraine, China, Africa, America, and India in many E-papers, Anthologies, Magazines, and Websites.  She was highlighted as the top-ranked Author in many poetic presentations and poetic competitions at international forums. Her published poem: My Phoenix had been arranged in the final term exam for the students of literature at the University of Lahore, Gujrat.